Of Steely Stubbornness December 17, 2007
Posted by Jen in : Journal, Novel , 18 commentsOver on the Novel Racers’ blog last week, I raised the subject of sacrifice.
I confessed that I had just turned down a job in publishing, something I’ve been hankering after for ages. Instead, I’ve taken a boring Customer Service job in a building society. Why? Because it gives me two more days a week to write.
What I didn’t mention, for fear of being laughed out of Blogland, is that I’ve also decided not to sign up for the next module of my degree. This decision is actually making me feel a bit sick. But. I have been oomphed. I have also discovered that being oomphed can be surprisingly horrid, rather like having your bare bottom beaten with a wet Woman’s Weekly.
Several of the lovely Novel Racers have been chosen for the Messages book. I moaned and groaned all weekend to longsuffering lovely bf.
‘It’s not fair,’ I whinged. ‘Cally only submitted six pieces and two of them have been picked. It’s not faaaaaiir…’
‘And how many did you submit?’ he asked bravely.
None. Bloody none. Well that’s it. It really is. I’ve started my early-morning freewriting again. I am even holding myself accountable to this ritual by posting it, warts and all. Crazy, bubbling, frothing nonsense tumbling from the depths of my mind. Crikey.
Seriously. No more excuses. Hedgewizard was spot on when he succinctly pointed out that I’d find the writing a whole lot easier if real life would just fuck off for a bit. I don’t suppose it’s going to though. Like the people I’m envying right now, I’m just gonna have to get on with it.
