Of Non-Writing Writers October 31, 2007
Posted by Jen in : Journal , 20 commentsYaaaaaawn. Yes, I think that just about covers it. How come it’s only Wednesday? When I woke up yesterday I was quite convinced that it was Wednesday and spent the whole day with a slight sense of disappointment. I somehow feel I’m now living this Wednesday again in a Groundhog Day sort of way.
As my working life claws and sucks the hours painfully from my day, there is news both good and bad. The good is that my non-speaking boss has finally been broken down. Not only does she speak, she has even been known to laugh which causes a flurry of staff to run into the office with wide eyes and mouths. The bad? Sigh. She wants me to sign up for a further four months. Aaaarrghh.
I am working more hours than I ever have since the children were born. They come home to an empty house every evening. The dog looks depressed. Clothes are unironed. Emails are unanswered and my blog is unblogged. In typically good timing, the dishwasher has also decided to die and, truly, if I have to wash another dish I will not be responsible for my actions.
Needless to say, the novel is not being written. My fingers are itching to get back at it and I’ve accidentally bought a MacBook to ease said itches. Not very helpful in the being broke department but hey ho.
Oh, woe, a blog of misery I hear you cry… but no. There’s a gorgeous sunrise peering in at me as I type. My day of toil takes place on the edge of Ashdown Forest, which I intend to explore at the weekend.
I can’t see the wood for the trees right now. But. Now I have a MacBook and a forest, I must still be a writer… right? Once I’ve organised my extra secret hour in every day, I’ll be fine. Honestly.
