I recieved what I estimate to be about eight days worth of post this morning. One personal letter (thanks Jules!) one uni course prospectus, one Equal Opps form for Meridian TV, one application form to join an engineering recruitment agency, a bank statement, a returned story from Woman's Weekly that I'd sent in September and completely forgotten about, two application forms for Platinum MBNA credit cards and some other bumf...
Which just about sums up my life...
...little social contact, a lot of hope/life/jobseeking, the cold hard reality of the dole, the bittersweet trials of writing, and refusing credit on a daily basis!
Well, kinda...
Jobs In Limbo
Lots
Stuff
I'm reading: Hemingway's 'Death in the Afternoon' (Have got couple of mates to agree to a Fiesta in the Summer)
I'm writing: Every day. A script sits in the BBC, a third of a novel gets closer to being half a novel, other scripts on the way.
I'm exercising: Casually, and getting really into it. Parental advocation of exercise/sports in childhood always seemed to involved knackering yourself out, enduring resulting muscle pain, and STILL looking forward to doing it again. This way I walk a lot, jog a little (but at least three miles every three days) and the jogging is increasing all the time as my body generally perks up. Feeling quite energetic, and bizarrely, seeing as I've never been an exercisey/sporty person, more myself.
Odd.
I'm listening to: Turin Brakes: The Optimist LP
I'm feeling: Pretty Damned Good Today...
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