The Career

I hear by declare that I am no longer going to moan about my job.  I have decided that in fact I am going write myself a career literally.  It might take years but in September I am attending a course entitled ‘An Introduction to Freelance Journalism’ so hopefully this should give me some direction as to where I want to go.
Although my plan to get promoted at work has gone tits up again, I am not that bothered as I am ready to concentrate on setting goals.  I am still trying to work out what those goals are but they are going to be connected with my health and my fledgling career.

It’s nearly the end of the day, a day full of book withdrawing and query clearing goodness which will hopefully be finished tomorrow

Off to Argos, my granddads and my mums and then to pick up Laura!  And then possibly some writing or reading tonight

Wondermentalist was wondermental

Saturday night was great fun.  We only stayed for half of it as Wife needed picking up, Lois and I were both buzzing with poetic goodness as we braved the rain coming back to the car.  Buzz.
I am in a sort of poetic/creative vacuum at present.  I have lost the motivation to write anything, partially down to some sort of grammatical dementia I seem to be suffering from, and partially down to sheer laziness I expect.  I am trying to read more, but I wonder if I am forcing myself to write when really I don’t want to write.  Maybe I want to stick to poetry? Or nothing.
I am going to go to the hospital in a moment to have them examine my head, literally.  My scar hurts and it’s getting bigger, although its not incredibly urgent I need to have it looked at and get them to give me some silicone gel (breaks down the scar tissue). 

I guess I need to work on writing articles more then anything, at least that’ll have me heading in the right direction and I could earn money too? Depends where I submit it.

Have you seen?

The article in G2 today? I was going to shove a link on here and link you to it but I’ve lost it.  Oh well.  It involved a funny article under the heading of ‘TV Last Night’ and involved skinning kittens and Masterchef.

These days I am concentrating on flexing my literary muscles by writing more and pretending to read books that’ll hopefully turn me in to a decent writer who can churn out articles and wotnot.  However, my ability to use punctuation and spell properly has rapidly deteriorated to such levels that a manager at work had to explain the difference between various apostrophes I had managed to misplace in my magnus opus Health and Safety Review 2008.  If my wife had seen this, the Grammar Terrorist, I would have had a fatwa put on my head.  Only a metaphoric one.

Will hopefully be going to Wondermentalist on Saturday night with other people of like minded dispositions.  Might get pissed afterwards on a Schnaps and make a tit of myself.  I find planning these sorts of things helps, just so you can justify any stupid actions with the helpful thought of “oh I planned to do that”.

I have to wear reading glasses.  Only to read stupidly condensed text though, computer screens seem to  make my eyes go weird and certainly book text makes the whole thing go up the shoot without a hot potato for lunch. And if you miss that you’re a square care bear.