I am typing this as I am trying (desperately) to keep my eyes open. The heavy rain has stopped, but the sky is still gloomy.
And I hate how the weather can accurately describe how I am feeling right now.
I am still searching for that break- to become a writer, and the search so far has not bear fruit. This is a lame sentence right? I don't think I am cut out to become a writer. I have become empty, desperate and on the verge of crying, waiting for calls from perspective publishing companies or any writer positions that I have applied for.
None have called back. Well, there was this report writing gig for a feng-shui company but she has not called yet. It is Monday and I went for the interview last week and no, they haven't called. So I guess it is another no.
I have an interview with Zalora tomorrow for a writer's position too; well, something like that. It is more technical in a sense but I hope I get it. Hope is an understatement as many employers have decided to shoot me down. I'm kinda seeing this Zalora thing as a last hope, the only light at the end of the tunnel after a hiatus of emails from companies I applied for.
I can't even begin to tell you how badly I want another job- one that is writing related. It is not the glamour I'm chasing, nor the salary (well I kinda am chasing the salary. Life's tough without money now), I just want satisfaction, and fulfillment.
I don't know what's God's plans for me but I hope somewhere down the line, my future in the writing industry opens up.
Oh look, the sky's beginning to really clear up.
p.s: Hoping, wishing and praying.