Some time has passed since I have last written. My world has become beautifully filled with glorious occupations. I have been working at a local radio station doing sound engineering for a live music radio show. There, I am having so much fun. Also, I have recently begun to question my future employment at the Clearview library. I am being treated as a child there and have been reprimanded for, what I understand to be, doing my job. I fear I may soon quit. I may change to the High Planes library district. They are hiring, I have a connection with someone who works there, and they pay nearly double for the same job. I am very interested to see how this portion of my life will turn out.
But enough complaining. I am further delving into the joy of music. In the past two months my music library has doubled in size. I have also recently discovered I have a larger vocal range than I earlier thought. I can now sing most songs in the key of C where before I was putting everything five half-steps down in the key of G. AAAAlso, I continue to volunteer at the Be You house. Everything I speak with Monika I feel as though I am one of the the founding fathers, plotting revolution. There, I have begun writing out an idea I had about a secret postal service. This idea is slowly becoming a novel. My favorite part about the story, though, is not the main character or the various philosophical allusions I make. My favorite part is the main character's trusty sidekick, a cat named Mr. Fiddles. He is, by far, the most vivid of the characters in my mind. This story is the first time I make an attempt to display some form of romance or romantic attachment in my writing. I am finding it to be somewhat of a cathartic experience and a way to help me organize my thoughts about my own past amorous entanglements.
