Any of you that follow my Facebook posts and statuses will know of problems I am having in life at the moment… amongst them are searching for the elusive crap job. Also living in a town I despise with a passion.
These past two weeks I have felt that change in my life was about to happen and I have said that in status updates. This was not prophecy or mystic messages but maybe more the inner voice telling me to do something I suppose. To wake up and smell the coffee as I am known to say.
This morning I took a decision that I have been mulling over all weekend…well all week really. I went down to the local jobcentre to trawl for the latest minimum wage no hope jobs in and around Haverhill. After about 2 minutes I walked out totally despondent at the state of the economy and the paltry few jobs on offer.
And I woke up and smelt that coffee indeed. Costa Coffee actually as that is where I went this bright sunny morning. I sat and partook of a latte. Looking out of the window (I was at the window seat) I made up my mind. I knew what I had to do. Why should I stay in a town I don’t like? Why should I spend so much time hunting for a dead end soul destroying job in that said town?
My love and life is in words and writing. These past few months for various reasons that writing has slowed to a mere trickle and sadly inspiration left me. But these past few days it seems that a floodgate has opened. Ideas are entering my mind so quickly and in such a torrent that sometimes it is hard to grasp them.
I am giving up looking for a job here in Haverhill. I do NOT want a job here in Haverhill.I will concentrate solely on writing. Complete creativity I hope. I will still have to visit that hope destroying job centre to get my government beer vouchers and apply for the odd job or two to keep bureaucracy happy and the said beer vouchers flowing.
And like last year I hope that by my birthday on September 11th I will be elsewhere. If not then I think I will stick a damned pin in a map and head there or something anyway. I don’t care whereabouts it is in the world or the UK but this guy wants’ to head outta town and this guy is going to, although maybe I will pass on the Seychelles this time.
So until then it will be full out with the novels. Some short story and poetry competitions…Who knows?
The world is my lobster.