Why hello there!
Welcome back to the blog of misfortune, based on the events of my life. I think I’ve had problems writing recently due to two things.
The first is that I haven’t made a bad decision in a while, which means I’ll be due one within the next couple of weeks. I’m keeping an eye out for it, so I’ll be sure to let you know when the best idea in the world goes heads up.
The next reason is that I’m struggling to write because I’m pretty stressed. I’m moving back home to Cumbria at the end of this month. I’ve moved plenty of times before, but this time definately seems like the most stressful.
Just trying to line jobs up and have all the documents and contracts ready for the estate agents before we’ve even worked a shift at our new jobs is turning out to be harder than I first thought. I’ve also learnt that it takes Ian literally hours to fill out a form, and it stresses me out watching him try. There is not even chocolate in the world to keep me from becoming the Incredible Hulk of stress and tears.
I have, however, managed to make a fool out of myself at work. I’m pretty unhealthy, and I had been speed walking all over the place when asked how to make a Toffee Latte. Trying to regain my breathe and talk at the same time, I ended up snorting and couldn’t think of the word for ‘syrup’ so instead I said ‘Toffee juice.’
Can someone please just put me down?
I’m also working on my novel as it’s the only ‘big future plan’ that I have. And by ‘big future plan’ I mean it’s my 0.2% chance of earning money off something that I’m good at. I want to be the next (and better) JK Rowling but to do that I need to actually finish writing a book, which is where my struggle lies. Man, writing is hard.
I’m going to leave this post short and sweet, because if I don’t I’ll end up talking random rubbish. (Well, more rubbish than usual…) I also have chilli powder on my fingers and just rubbed my eyes, so if I don’t leave now I may end up permanently blind.