I’m gonna level with you, here, dear readers, this is all you’re gonna get this week. Why? Well, it’s already Thursday and there’s a lot to catch up on. So, without further ado:
- I found a lovely cafe that I’m determined to write my novel in, Cafe on the Corner, which really is the best (I’d say only) cosy coffee shop in Watford. Even did some writing in there. It’s going to make those fortnightly visits to the Jobcentre worthwhile.
- Part 1 of an online test in which my mathematical reasoning came up short. I’d forgotten how much maths stresses me out. A lot, apparently.
- I saw Neil Gaiman in London. He was funny, knowledgeable and, most importantly, inspiring. Perhaps next Monday I will share some of the stuff he said, if I can remember it.
- Began volunteering at Watford New Hope Trust, which went well. Good call, deciding to do that.
- Part 2 of the online test: verbal reasoning (except it wasn’t verbal at all but written communication.) No idea how I did. I finished it in the strict time limit and got the practice questions right but might have rushed it a bit but when you’ve got 30 questions to do in 20 minutes, you don’t have much choice.
Which brings me to today. Somehow, I’m behind again and have two job application deadlines but you know what? I really don’t see the point anymore. I just don’t. Why waste my time sending more applications into the abyss? Do they even get read? Probably not. I’ve been technically unemployed for two months. Really thought I’d have a job by now. At first, every application I sent I thought, that’ll get me an interview, for sure and then when it didn’t happen I started to think of applying for jobs as just something I did, not something that could actually result in a response and for a while that was OK – I did it because it’s what you do when you’re unemployed but now it’s starting to bother me. Maybe because there are so many things I’d rather be doing with my time. Writing my novel, for example. Or doing more for the charities I’m volunteering for. What employers don’t seem to consider is that it takes a lot of time and effort to apply for a job. And all they do is give it a three-second scan then toss it in the bin and forget all about it. If you’re lucky, they’ll let you know. But I’d say about 90% don’t even bother with that courtesy. How would you feel if you spent hours working on a presentation and then your boss glanced at it, put it in the shredder and walked off without a word? Insulted? Angry? Hurt? Or motivated and determined to make the next one even better?!
I rest my case.
I think I’m annoyed about it, today, because it’s day 1 of NaNoWriMo (and I’m hungry, that never helps). I’d love to take part – only for me it’d be rewrite your novel in a month, arguably much harder than write the shitty first draft. But I still need to replot the thing and that’s not going to be easy. I’d like to set some goals but I just don’t know how/when I’ll be able to write. I’d like to say ‘every day’ but some days (like today) that’s just not possible. If someone would only give me a job that didn’t start until 1st December, I’d be so on it. But that’s not going to happen. Maybe I should just call myself a writer and have done with it. Live on the dole at my parents’ house until J is earning and then sponge off him. Completely against my principles and fiercely independent spirit but there you go. Needs must, I guess.
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I’ve just signed up for NaNoWriMo. Am I crazy? Possibly but I need to kick my arse into gear and it seemed like a good excuse to do that. My plan is to replot over the next week and then cram in 50,000 words of rewritten beauty in the remaining 23 days. It’s just over 2000 words a day. Completely do-able. I hope.