It's time to sharpen up my pencils and buy a new pair of sensible shoes. As of September 5th, I will be starting my new job as a proofreader for a major publisher of women's fiction. That's right: torn bodices, feisty virgins, and throbbing manhoods here I come!I am already vividly imagining what my life will be like when I have a regular schedule and a regular income. I will get up early and go to the gym, instead of rolling in around Ten. There will be urgency and motivation as I get dressed in the morning - and not in sweatpants, nooooo, in something suitable for an office.
By Four in the afternoon, I will have nearly completed a full day's productive work, not be slouching around the apartment feeling guilty that I haven't done the laundry/cleaned the sink/written a poem that will change people's lives/done a painting that will reveal my true artistic genius. My regular paycheck will allow me to make personal purchases of things other than food, and pay off my credit cards in full every month in a manner that will please my fiscally responsible husband. Life with a real job is going to be great!
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This morning, out of the blue, the title of this book popped into my head; I'd read this post days ago and it had failed to register at the time: "Touch Not The Cat."
Wait a minute, said my mind...
Touch Not The Cat?
I mean, what else can I say?
I remember this book from my days at Chapters. I love how the cat is very crappily photoshopped into the painting.
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