seventh circle/the useless
See, this is the problem; even if I do find a job one day, it's going to be as a content developer for fucking eBayTV. The hell with it.
I don't know where these spells of vitriol are coming from, given that life in Portland is generally pretty good. But after a couple rounds through the agent-solicitation machine, I'm starting to suspect that my completed novel is too conventional a family drama and, well, too boring to attract much interest; meanwhile I have grave doubts about the value of the new, riskier book I am starting; and there is no money on the horizon—
It's probably best if I go offline for another while. In any case I'm leaving for Reno on Friday. Maybe in a month I'll have something nice to say.
