I'm changing jobs.

It feels weird and scary. Part of why I'm changing jobs is because I'm looking forward to a new adventure in life, but maybe I'm getting to an age where I don't necessarily need the adventure.

This process started in August. I posted my resume on Monster.com, and within three days I had an interview at Pop. Then they put the job on hold, then they went active again, then it went on hold again, and finally I got an offer earlier this week, nearly two months after the initial interview.

I'll be a contractor for the first three months. I think that's the only part that scares me, not knowing what'll happen after three months are up. But I feel pretty confident that I will get converted to a full-time employee and at a decent salary, well above what I'm making at Premera.

It'll be hard to leave Premera after four years. There are many people here I enjoy working with, and a decent subset of those who I've come to like a lot and who I hope to stay in touch with. But I know how these things typically go...

I am presenting a new short story to my writing group tomorrow. I'm not sure what I think of it. It's a satire entitled "The Story of the Man Who Woke Up Gay One Morning."

I do want to get back to working on my novel, but the longer it's been, the harder it is to get back to it.