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Good News for MackDiva

If you been reading my blog for any length of time, you know that the one thing that has eluded me during my time here in Los Angeles is full-time employment. During these three years, it's been a struggle to stay afloat, and I've been really frustrated about it. However, I'm now happy to report that that's all changed. I am now employed as...wait for it...wait for it...a writer! (Imagine that! LOL) I'll now be a full-time writer -- with benefits -- for a popular radio show. I call it popular because it's on 350 stations across the US and Canada. I start next week.

I want to take this time to thank all of you who've been praying for me and crying with me during this journey. All I can say is to God be the glory for this thing He's done. I'm TRULY looking forward to 2010 now. :)

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