Caution has been officially thrown, boxes filled, furniture sold, pictures wrapped and the scent of pine cleaner is in the air. It can only mean one thing really, moving
Only this time, I've decided to trade it all in. It's not just a new flat, flatmate and suburb to get used to. I've thrown in the job as well and at the grand age of 28 I am moving back in the parentals.
Did I mention they live in the country? two hours from the nearest proper city?
Gulp..
I've decided to make good on the throwaway line that I occasionally let slip at parties and social occasions, "yes I work in PR, but I used to be a journalist and am working on getting a book published."
Now to write the damn thing, of course I've done bits and pieces over the years, pulled together the remants of about 6 chapters, but they are going to need some re-writing, especially as I keep changing tenses, style and format as to how best to relay the story that unfolds.
It clearly is going to take some time, so with that in mind I've decided to take some time and put my money where my mouth is and write it.
Whatever 'It' turns out to be.
This means moving back in with the olds as a lodger, doing freelance work (if possible in this turbulent market) and writing the book that has been trapped in my head and heart for so long, lets hope it reads as good on paper as it does in my head.
With one and a half week's left of civilisation, I'm hoping this blog will help chart the success or lack there of the transformation of a girl who has always lived and loved cities to a relaxed and zen country bumpkin turned successful author.
Whoever said follow your dreams, clearly didn't have pack and move in with their parents to get there but as they say, nothing ventured, nothing gained.
x
J
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