What's the Next Step?

So here we are living in an old White Elephant, and we're both unemployed now. Eric is desperately seeking to stay in publishing, a profession I have abandoned in order to eat. I have the ability to write coherently, but am finding that the newsroom politics is a major stumbling block. Where our lives will go from here isn't clear, but I'm out there again looking for work. Once more, right before the holidays, I'm low on funds and unable to give my family the things I'd like to give them. I should be in tears, desperate, and wringing my hands, according to Eric. But I see no good in that. It's a waste of energy when energy is a valuable commodity. Instead I'm looking forward and seeking something to fill the gap. I think at these moments that it is important to form images in your mind that bring you to the next page. What do I mean by that? I don't mean fantasizing about fantastical worlds but finding mental pathways to take oneself to a better situation. Unless those fantastical worlds could be written down in story form for all to enjoy. Book writing is something I've always wanted to do, but it always has to be second to earning  a living. We've all got that manuscript tucked away in the closet. I've got one. But I know the electric company won't wait. So, I'm spending my time perusing job posting online. Newspapers don't have it anymore. It's sad, but I have to face it: They are going away in favor of new media. So, the magic of thought in setting patterns for one's life begins again. I await the open door and the welcome.