Of Living in Limbo September 18, 2007
Posted by Jen in : Journal , 34 commentsHmmm. I’m feeling a little on the quiet side at the mo. I have lots of things in my head. Sadly the things that should be there are missing, shoved out of the way by a billion and three things that are stressing me out.
I am running out of money. I know, living on fluff and Marmite should be a doddle as a starving artist type shivering away in her garret. But I’m not very good at being deprived. It gives me a rumbly tumbly and affects my frowning department. I am torn between writing short stories and articles in the hope that I’ll earn enough to remain non-working long enough to finish my novel. But. There’s no guarantee, is there, that my efforts won’t all be rejected and I will have also wasted the novel-writing time and still have to find a job? It’s seems a no-win situation.
Also. I am still on a diet. This, in itself, would not be a problem. But. My fat clothes are now a little on the large side and my non-fat clothes are still somewhat life-threatening due to my inability to breathe while wearing them.
Also. I have spent all weekend a-scrubbing ‘n’ a-cleaning. My bloomin, buggering landlady has decided that the time may have come to sell my house. Needless to say, I am far too poor to buy it.
So. The upshot of this ramble is that I am frequently naked or wrapped in cling film due to non-fitting of clothes and imminent onset of winter. I may soon be homeless as well as cold and nearly-naked. I still haven’t finished my novel or found a job.
I have therefore installed a sanity and hypothermia-saving ‘donation’ button at the bottom of the gubbins on the right hand side. If there are any millionaires reading this who would like to contribute to the arts by enabling me to remain non-working a smidge longer to finish said novel, feel free. I have nothing to offer in return other than my undying love and the promise of a free signed copy of the novel if/when it is published. Think of it as sponsorship. It would make you feel nice. Really.
For mere non-millionaire mortals, feel free to contribute the cost of a glass of wine should you get the urge. You wouldn’t want me to dehydrate on top of all my other miseries, would you??
Until all my crises are resolved, I can’t seem to rustle up any enthusiasm for my low-cal pie in the sky writing ambitions. I’m rubbish at being a grown-up.
