State of me
Wow, it's November already. It creeps up on you, I know. The Christmas adverts have already begun. Strangely, this comforts rather than bothers me. I love the Christmas period. I don't love it 24-7, but I do enjoy the pre-holiday atmosphere. I know, I'm a freak or something.
I hope everyone had a fun Halloween/Samhein period. We're just starting to get into the whole Halloween thing over here - but I was visited by a few trick-or-treaters - and was ready and armed with suitable amounts of candy. I still have a good amount left. Oh, darn. Left-over chocolate. Whatever am I to do with it? Ahem.
Filling in endless forms and delivering CVs have made me think about what I really want to do in life. I've always wanted to be a writer, but I'm very unsure of myself. I know that I can write fairly competently - when I'm focused I know that I can produce work in a good style. However, I don't think that I'm quite good enough. But if I don't write, don't practice, then I'll never find out either way. Someone (I forget who) once said that everyone believes that they have a novel inside of them. However, 99% of people should keep it inside. Good point.
To be honest, I'm not even sure what it is I'd like to write. I've been toying with the idea of scriptwriting. I even have a few ideas for an original series, but I'm under no illusions about how many times scripts/novels/everything gets rejected - and that's just in the case of the good writers! So, I think I shall give it a go, but definitely not pin my hopes on it as a career, just a sideline. I'm thinking of sending in some articles to a local newspaper, just for the experience and the exposure, because I know I'm not going to be making any money out of it.
In other, non-exciting news? I seem to be cleaning a lot. My house is clean and tidy. Does this mean I'm becoming houseproud, or is it an indication of how bored I've got in my unemployed state?
I hope everyone had a fun Halloween/Samhein period. We're just starting to get into the whole Halloween thing over here - but I was visited by a few trick-or-treaters - and was ready and armed with suitable amounts of candy. I still have a good amount left. Oh, darn. Left-over chocolate. Whatever am I to do with it? Ahem.
Filling in endless forms and delivering CVs have made me think about what I really want to do in life. I've always wanted to be a writer, but I'm very unsure of myself. I know that I can write fairly competently - when I'm focused I know that I can produce work in a good style. However, I don't think that I'm quite good enough. But if I don't write, don't practice, then I'll never find out either way. Someone (I forget who) once said that everyone believes that they have a novel inside of them. However, 99% of people should keep it inside. Good point.
To be honest, I'm not even sure what it is I'd like to write. I've been toying with the idea of scriptwriting. I even have a few ideas for an original series, but I'm under no illusions about how many times scripts/novels/everything gets rejected - and that's just in the case of the good writers! So, I think I shall give it a go, but definitely not pin my hopes on it as a career, just a sideline. I'm thinking of sending in some articles to a local newspaper, just for the experience and the exposure, because I know I'm not going to be making any money out of it.
In other, non-exciting news? I seem to be cleaning a lot. My house is clean and tidy. Does this mean I'm becoming houseproud, or is it an indication of how bored I've got in my unemployed state?