Cycles of obscurity.

[redivivus_fate]

On this night ten years ago, I drove from Lansing to Grand Rapids to spend New Years Eve with Eric and his girlfriend.

I'd met Eric a few months prior, in Pine Rest. I'd been picked up off the streets and involuntarily hospitalized for thinking (knowing...) I was Jesus. Eric ended up in Pine Rest because Jesus told him to throw all of his material

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[sunseenli]

Refresh my memory: what was that employment that felt completely natural?

[redivivus_fate]

I was a Writing Assistant at the Lansing Community College Writing Center.

[sunseenli]

Forgive me a potentially stupid question, but could you do something like that again?

[redivivus_fate]

The bridge is burned with LCC for reasons I'd rather not get into right now. I've looked into other Writing Centers but nothing has been available. I also tried to start my own writer coaching business but never got it off the ground. Writing Center jobs are easier to get from within Academia, so maybe something will work out if I go back to school.