Stuck on the Stepping Stones March 4, 2007
Posted by Jen in : Journal, Novel , 21 comments
It’s funny. Being stuck, I mean. I hadn’t even realised I was stuck. I forget that I’m even on the stepping stones sometimes. Right in the middle, I am. I must have been here a while because, when I turned round yesterday, everything behind me seemed different. I’m bored with carefully stepping from stone to stone. I just want to close my eyes and WHOOSH to the other side.
Hmmm. I spent all day yesterday searching for a new job. But the only truly suitable jobs were, for one reason or another, utterly unsuitable. Sigh. I even had a moment of grandiose lunacy and thought I might get a job in London. I would wear high heels and swoosh my flossy hair and come back home in the dark feeling terribly successful. But 65 miles is quite a long way on the back of a tortoise. So maybe not.
What I really want, of course, is to be a Proper Writer. Novels. Magazine articles. In France. I want to walk barefoot over my dewy grass with my Café au Lait and write all day and grow raspberries and be thin. It’s not much to ask is it?
I just can’t figure out how the next stepping stone or the one after that is taking me in the right direction. I know it’s there. But I seem to have lost the map. And the plot. ‘Yoo hoo New Life, here I am, come and get me…‘
Write down your goals, it says in my irritating-but-probably-quite-sensible book Get a Life, You Loser.
1. Become Proper Writer.
2. Get thin.
Yes. I feel much better for that. Watch this space.
WHOOSH!
