Lately I've been feeling that things are going pretty well for me, at least in terms of the writing thing. I'm waiting to hear back on my revised full manuscript from three agents who expressed interest, one of my short stories will appear in '100 Stories for Haiti', and I've just submitted a three-part short story serial for final approval at a major British magazine. So what's the logical next step? Get a job. That has nothing to do with writing.
That's right. I have a job interview on Tuesday. I didn't plan this. The whole freelance writing and do-what-I-can-with-the-novel gig has actually been working out pretty well, which is good, because there aren't many jobs for my career in San Antonio (recipe developer, food scientist, food stylist). But last night on Monster there was a job listing I just couldn't pass up. I applied and got a call for an interview this morning. In truth, I'm probably underqualified, as this is a total dream job (side note -- this is the job my MC has). But worth a shot.
And I figure, what better way to make the Universe cough up an agent and book deal than to get a full-time job that requires real commitment?
I'm now predicting my dream agent will call on Tuesday while I'm interviewing. Cuz that's the way the universe rolls. Yeah, fate has a sense of humor.
Am I tempting fate? Have you had any of these little happenings, where you think you are going one way and life hands you something else?