irishmercutio

eeggaddsZ! I seem to be putting every one of my fingers into every pie I can find, just waiting for someone to bite.
my life has turned into one giant waiting game.

Things I am waiting to hear back on-

Scripts for Nowhere Road issues one and two are off to a publisher.
Black Box (the play) is in the hands of a really slow fekkin editor.
I'm waiting for art for Nowhere Road to be finished up and sent to me, so I can send it off to more publishers.
Left a message a local theatre whose artistic director is retiring that I'm looking for work.
the local pub might be hiring, but the proprietor is on vacation and wont be in till next week to look at applications.
My landlord doesn't know I'm still in his house, but he'll be here sometime this weekend and I hope he's willing to let me stay.
Sent writing samples to the higher ups at SG for a editing gig for them. No idea if I ever will hear back.

All the while, I have no idea what the fekk to do with myself.
So it goes. Off again.