With my novel wrapped up, and no work for another week I have found myself with very little to do all week. I have tried my level best to keep a promise I made sometime ago that once I finished my manuscript I would start to try to focus my efforts on joining the world of grown ups. Being 30 years old with no retirement plan to speak of is hardly an ideal situation, so it’s with great trepidation that I now have to start thinking about what the bloody hell I am to do with the rest of my life.
The first morning after sending my manuscript was the most difficult. For just over a year two things have been my companions every day, writing and the pain in my leg. Actually stopping writing is proving to be quite similar to give up smoking(which I quit about half a year ago). I found myself sketching out details for another novel before I reminded myself that I cannot do that. The time and attention required means that it serves as a massive distraction from life. It’s sad but I have to accept the fact that it is time to live like a grown up. The same goes for this blog. I promised to give myself one year. At the end of November I will close this blog. Unfortunately life is not a Hollywood movie.
The actual waiting of this process is quite awful. I currently fill my time by trying to think of things to do which do not require the use of my brain. The worst thing is that it hasn’t even been a week. I can’t even bear to think about the future. The idea of becoming bored, unfulfilled and miserable for the rest of my life terrifies me. Sadly, I don’t see any other option. Life, you stink.