As I’ve already mentioned to a few people, Ohio is a bit like the TARDIS: it’s bigger on the inside than on the outside. There the similarities end, because so far it’s been a boring drive.
As I write this I’m sitting in a rest stop somewhere between Toledo and Cleveland, which doesn’t really rock even though Mott the Hoople says they do. After that it’s a run for the border and straight on into the Keystone State–
Which means what, Cassie? Well, let me tell you: I’m on my way to work.
As I may have mentioned, my last contract ended in May, and I began looking for something to do around the Chicago area. Lots of nibbles, but no bites, as they say. I even had a good shot at a company up der on the nort side a Chicaga, which is how the natives would make the claim.
Two weeks ago, however, I received a call: would I be interested in a six month contract with the State of Pennsylvania? Part of the reason they wanted me was because I could do the programming they needed; part of it is I’ve worked for a state government before and understand the ins and outs. It was for as much as I was making at my last position, and since I’d be working on a 1099 contract (meaning I’m independent), I’ll take care of all my expenses and write a lot of stuff off at the end of the year.
So, the last few days I’ve packed things up, thrown them in the back of my CR-V, and hit the road. Which is why I’m writing this post from somewhere in Ohio, dealing with screaming kids and piss-off drivers who didn’t get their Whopper in three minutes flat.
This isn’t something new to me, going off to a strange land and living out of a hotel for months at a time. I used to go to China once or twice a year back in the late 90’s and early part of this century, but this is the first time I’ve done the same within the borders of this country. I’m ten hours from home if I want to drive, and about four if I want to fly. But for the most part I’m living in the hotel, which is fortunately close to a Target and a Costco, so look out tomorrow, Hell Comes to Harrisburg!
In a way this is going to be good experience learning how to do the “independent writer bit,” since I’ve got to track expenses and pay my taxes quarterly. We writers do the same–or are suppose to, you never know–and if I get this part down pat in the next few months, I’ll be ready for it when I become a best selling novelist. If I don’t, it’s the pen for me! I don’t expect that, because I’ve got all my work printed out for doing that stuff, and I’ve got this week and next to get my spread sheet together.
And that’s the tale. Cassie off on a new adventure.
I’m already feeling so excited, I’m going to want to edit tonight.