"They're all writers Daisy"

Last weekend I managed to get out of the city, which I think is exactly what I needed. Being stuck in the house working sometimes sends me to delirium and being here for so many hours of the day means that I pick up on all of the annoying habits of my housemates, but because I'm only living in these four walls they feel amplified because I see them every day. When you're actually out somewhere at work you don't notice little things that people do because you're at home for so few hours, or just to eat dinner and sleep.

It's not their fault, it's mine for being so fucking neurotic about stuff on the draining board being cleared away every day rather than attempting a balancing act, or the kerfuffle as to who should be buying loo roll or milk next. Dwelling on these insignificant matters are a clear sign that you've been spending way too many hours indoors and it's time to get the fuck out, because really I love my housemates.

So, I did, I got away for the weekend back to Leicester to see my Mom and my Aunty for their respective birthdays and then I spent a couple of days down in Kent with the fella. During my time away I did nothing but eat: demolishing a whole special chow mein while half cut, a full afternoon tea in a very posh hotel with finger sarnies and fresh cream scones, then dinner at a friends, followed on Sunday by a huge roast down the local pub. It's no wonder that when I weighed myself I discovered that at the moment I'm the heaviest I've ever been. Not that I'm really one of these weight conscious people, in fact I'm so not feeling guilty about it that instead I'll say it's a good thing because it's been hella cold lately and that extra half-stone (since Christmas) has seen me right through the snow!

Besides food, I've been slogging my guts out with my writing work, taking anything and everything I can and still trying to come up with good pitches. Sadly for the impatient side of me it's not happening quick enough. I know this because the bills are soon to be stackin' and I don't have the moolah to pay them all. Darn, and there was me hoping shit loads of work was going to fall into my lap (jokes).

In all honesty it's not going badly at all. There are pick ups and leads all over the place - especially for the sex related writing. I just need it to pull in a bit more income, but before you say it, I know, I know. These things can take time.

Tomorrow I'll be heading for an interview for a waitressing and bar job. It's temp agency work, so you pick it up as and when you need to. Great in the sense that I can pick and choose jobs and fit it around my writing schedule, and fabulous that it'll help me beat some of this cabin fever, but I can't help feeling a little bit Daisy Steiner a la Spaced. "Oh, they're all writers Daisy," said the cruel kitchen manager in episode 2, series 2, as she taunted and jeered all the 'failed' word smiths.

I'm sure it'll be fine. I always quite enjoyed bar work because it was a good opportunity to meet all sorts of interesting people. Was definitely up on the social side of it, and having drinks bought for me by customers was always a bonus too, so by the end of the night I was cashing them in and drinking for free. Not sure this agency is going to be quite as relaxed as that though.

Wish me luck!

RoseC -x-