My Cardboard Balcony

It has not been a stellar start to the year 2015. My anxiety, as to be expected, skyrocketed, especially upon hearing that 2014 was the hottest year on record for the planet, no thanks to the damn politicians who won't help anyone curb climate change. My work hours were drastically cut. As I am taking a semester off from university, I have no classes to attend to pass the time. And while my writing has been consistent, I've dropped many projects and certainly have not been as musically inspired as I hoped. Yep, it all comes down to fear for humanity's survival, money issues, and creative ennui. Sound familiar? What may not be is the fact that I'm sick and tired of it. I have been hunting for secondary jobs since learning that my hours would be cut, knowing that the bookstore may just be a weekend thing for me (for now, who knows). My teaching credential is still in process, and if I possibly play my cards right and get an education job at a high school, said sch

Black Widow by Belinda Roddie Every night, she wore a gown made of spider webs.

Rather than wallow in my self-imposed misery, I was determined to recoordinate any future plans I had. If I wasn't going to be accepted into law school, then maybe my passions lay elsewhere. But which direction to take? I started by looking at jobs in corporate offices. When that didn't work, I looked at firms as a paralegal. In the end, I realized I had enjoyed the drama of law more than the logistics. If I couldn't serve as a lawyer, maybe I could write about one.