Life's still kind of nuts, but I'm in a pretty good place right now.
I still haven't heard back from the state about the prison job, but I have picked up another writing job and it's been steady, although I have been working my ass off just to meet the deadlines involved. Billy's also picked up a little extra work this past week or two, which is good because we came damn close to losing out house and still aren't really out of the woods yet as far as that goes. Anyway, I think things are getting better, but I'm waiting until I get all of the last round of medical bills before I know for sure. If we can stretch things until tax time and get a refund then, we ought to be able to get caught up. He put in for a few jobs but didn't get any of them. He's thinking maybe some places will hire more after the election, or do layoffs - it's hard to tell because both have happened.
I've been busy. On top of the writing job, I've been working on drawing again and doing some sketches for a manga strip I want to do. I'll probably turn it into a webcomic once I got more drawings done and more of a storyline planned out. I'm also doing NaNoWriMo again this year, so there goes my November. I'm almost 5,000 words into this years novel and, of course, I'm second guessing myself and wishing I'd went with another idea, but I'm gonna force myself to stick it out with this one instead of starting over and see where it ends up.
Oh, the 2 1/2 year old broke my toe about a week and a half ago. He went out on the porch with my husband and i went out to get him. He slammed the gate open at the top of the porch steps and caught my toe some why that fractured it and ripped the nail most of the way off. It sucked. I went to the doctor's and he sent me to a podiatrist to get the nail taken care of because it ended up in a really odd position (partway ripped out on one side, partway shoved in deeper on the other, and almost sideways across my toe). I couldn't walk right for over a week but it's doing better now, despite being sore. I go back Wednesday to have it checked out. I'm just dreading getting the bill for it because or insurance totally sucks.
Life otherwise is good. The rugrat is still entertaining as hell, although he is a mess to keep up with and has destroyed about half of my makeup. I'm thinking it's time to start watching my language around him, because his favorite phrases right now are "fuck you", "that's bullshit", and "didn't call me back". Oh well, at least he uses them appropriately, I guess.