No, I didn’t fall through rotting floorboards of one of Newcastle’s abandoned buildings while at TINA, I’m just wrapping my head around this whole freelance thing. I thought I would have time for gardening and baking, long walks and letter writing, and entertained visions of sweet hours passed updating the blog each day over a chain of lattes at my local. Ha.
Instead I am pummelling the laptop from sunup to sundown, blinds drawn against the glaring sunlight, while my bank account makes that alarming gurgling sound like the one when you let out the bath. Yes yes, I know. You all told me so.
Whinge aside, I am working on some interesting writing projects that will make their way over here during the next month or so. In the meantime, there’s always Exhibitionist, and it doubles as a fly-swat.