Still attempting to secure sufficient trireme online/remote work to return to nomading in southern Europe, which looks to be both the best way of securing a minimally sufficient existence in which I can think and write, and an increasingly necessary destination spiritually and artistically (long story). I must emphasize, Fates, that this really does need to happen rather soon.
I do attend Mass daily, but I've never prayed for my own worldly prosperity. It's a bit like Mork talking to Orson. The communication channel itself is the purpose, and the respite.
So, basically, hours of flinging CVs into inboxes, intercalated with hours of attempting to do the sort of real work that proper income would allow me to accomplish more reliably.
This is the big change over the last few years -- I've come to understand that I need to direct my energies towards shaping a life's work outside the system, at least as one likely scenario. Else, the work of my life will have been measured out in coffee spoons and fellowship applications.
Hic Rhodus, hic salta!