|This man has been hitting the keys HARD|
I need to practice because, to 'fess up, I've got little interest in writing presently. I'm too comfortable. The day job I took on the picture desk at the Mail, justifying to myself that it would only be for a year or so as I had a wedding to pay for, has come to be a regular 9-5. I'm still freelance so there's zero job security but I have to admit, the regular paychecks make things easier for me. It is stressful to be in debt and it's certainly nice to be able to pay for a wedding. Not to mention going to the pub on a Friday, standing a few rounds and getting some grub because there's naff all in the fridge and you can't be arsed to cook after a long week. In the current climate you feel lucky to even have a regular job. Despite the money, the routine of the work makes life feel a bit dull. I do the same walk to work every day, into the same office, with the same people and every week we put together a magazine that is more or less the same.
Which should, hopefully, prove motivation enough to get back to the writing. There are not many jobs where you can work on a different subject every day, but journalism is one. There is a plan of sorts and I'm going through the motions of that. Even though I don't consider myself superstitious, I don't want to write it down here out of FEAR. My fear is that if it doesn't work out, I'll look like a mug. But equally, what is the point in caring what other people think? And should we be afraid to fail anyway? I think I've just given myself some subjects for the next blog post. See, the practice is proving productive already. See you next week.