Chapter 1

So I started the other blog. You can find it at taylwoven - react as you will to the name. It sounded appropriate.

I will ask, however, that you respect the reality of my fictional blog by posting all comments about what I am doing as its author on this blog. I encourage you, however, to comment on the content of the blog entries just as if it were any other blog that you might read. That is, I invite you to step into taylwoven's reality and interact with her as you would any other blogger.

And please note: though I try to avoid deleting comments on this blog, I will be less hesitant on that one. I intend to retain control of taylwoven's reality, and I will delete comments that undermine that in any way I disapprove of.

I will try to note on this blog when I have updated the other so that you have a place for critique-type comments if you choose to offer them.

And please feel free to add taylwoven to your friendslist, and to link to it on your blog, etc. Just remember that the writing is mine - so don't copy and paste. Not that I need to tell you guys that.

I have a job!

Don't know where, or precisely what I will be doing. Presumably, pull-out services somewhere in Brooklyn. But I start on the 6th.

Which is a good thing.

And I also called Verizon to get my phone line moved. I think I will not have them install a jack for me. Either I will ask mysticengineer to help me install a new jack myself, or I will just buy a reeeeally long, white phone cord and snake it around the wall into my bedroom. It just isn't worth the $169 that they would want to charge me for sending a fat guy who sweats a lot and says he is having trouble breathing just from the exertion of stapling in the phone wires. Plus, I would have to wait around my apartment for the guy.

Anyway, my phone will be moved to the new number as of Wednesday.

But I am getting ahead of myself - need to move first. (Monday - wanna help?)

Still, it is great when everything starts coming together.

Also, last night, my sister called, and was asking about the job. When I asked why she was calling, she explained that my mom wanted to know if I had heard yet, but didn't want to bother me. For some reason, mbarr found this to be rather entertaining. As it turns out, though, this was a smart move on my mom's part - talking to her about it this morning (back when I didn't have a job yet) was much more stressful than talking to my sister.