Starting a new full-time job on the same day as I embark on a new novel? Is anybody else ludicrous enough to do this? Nah, I thought not.
I was offered the job back in May and told it would be ‘two to four weeks’ before all the necessary paperwork was completed and I could start.
I readied June’s novel, so that I could race through it, rather than struggle to keep up with it while starting a new job.
Subsequently, the draft, No feelings’, was finished in eighteen days.
I waited. I revised November’s draft of ‘The last film’. and I waited.
I planned this month’s novel ‘Dystopian’ and waited.
The job eventually kicked off on August second. I had my voluntary job on the first – but only after I wrote the first seventeen hundred words of this month’s novel!
I can’t believe how little sleep I’m getting by on! I’m aiming for six hours a night, usually getting about five, occasionally putting up with four. As long as I’m careful and catch up on the missed sleep when I can, I should continue to be okay.
I’m writing this in the bath, on the first day of my first two-day break this month. It’s been great -lazing around in bed until seven, eight in the morning, eating toast and so on! Rock ‘n’ roll as hell, me!