Here’s the deal. I have a job now. I’m working for a major fast food company as a over qualified expert. I know it sounds great huh? It’s like when a garbageman calls himself a waste management technician. I’ll be honest. I work a pizza place a driver. I know. Sounds depressing. It is, but it pays the bills for now. There’s not much call for English majors. I’m still writing my manuscript to my first book, but when I say writing I really mean. I don’t do anything for a week or so and then I pound out a couple of pages and try to remember my characters’s names and attributes. I’m not the best writer, but I do enjoy it more than carting pizzas to the morbidly obese.