Monday morning dawns and for the first time in just about forever I have nowhere to be.
The sink feeling in my stomach doesn’t come from Sunday night blues, but from a deep fear that this unseen hiatus will last forever.
I have been on a whirlwind of recruitment agency interviews and now I sit.
Numb and a little broken waiting for a reprieve.
I knew going into freelancing this was a possibility, but the honest to goodness truth of it scares me to my bones.
I feel quite quite lost.
Very Alice in Wonderland in a world that makes no sense at all and a stupid grinning orange cat that is no help at all.
I have realised that I much more prefer moaning about late nights and too much work to this vacuum abyss.
Perhaps I should write that Mills and Boon I’ve promising myself.
Perhaps I should throw out my old clothes.
Perhaps I should just go back to bed and dream.
Perhaps I should become the world’s first caramel vodka drunk.
Is that possible?
I am a useless drinker, so that would be a bust.
And if that is not enough there appears to be a boa constrictor wrapped tightly around my chest.
There must be other things I can do to earn my keep, but right now I am drawing a blank.