Of Timely Travail February 4, 2008
Posted by Jen in : Journal, Novel , 28 commentsCrikey. I’ve nearly finished writing The Novel. And do you think I feel happy about the impending end of this year-long toil? Nope. Instead, I feel all swirly in the tummy department. I don’t know why I feel so odd about it; I thought I’d be galloping towards the finish line, yelling and screaming and planning my prize. In fact, I actually feel physically sick that it’s coming to an end. Has the whole thing driven me quite mad?
I spent the weekend sobbing and wailing about being useless – being without a job or any source of income becomes a bit of a worry after a while. Needless to say, the fact that I’ve been slaving away on a novel didn’t count for anything. But it’s rubbish, I wailed to anyone who’d listen. The dog, mainly. The hairy bugger agreed with me too. Sigh.
Today, however, things are falling into place. I have a temp job lined up, starting on Monday. Phew.
But. All this sitting about, writing stuff down which I have thought of in my brain, has not done much for the diet. And I have become awfully scruffy. In fact, I have become so shamefully grotty, lurching about in either jim-jams or mud-splattered dog-walking gear that lovely bf presented me with a parcel today.
He had ordered me some clean clothes. Not going-out clothes, just staying-in-but-not-being-a-complete-state type clothes.
He had done his research by reading up on what Tranny and Susannah recommend for my body shape, apparently.
‘Oh yes?’ I asked, scowling. ‘And what body shape did you decide I have?’
Lovely bf looked a bit worried at this stage, knowing that there was unlikely to be a correct answer to this particular line of questioning.
‘You’re an egg-timer,’ he declared.
Oh good. I’m so happy now.
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