An empty sheet
I have not written a word since the plan to quit the job and sell up took effect. Too much going on in my head. Not even visiting my clubs at present. The house is just one big building site and it feels like a never ending journey. We have managed to redecorate the kitchen and small bathroom. That just leaves hall, living room, dining room, 3 bedrooms, bannister, utility room - and clear the mess out of the garage created by moving the clutter of the house.
Meanwhile, my current character is stuck in the hills near Talybont, not sure whether to go and see relatives or get a lift on a train. It's a bit cold up there at times, as cold as his love in Aberystwyth. Life, eh!
One thing definite. I have been formally told I'm leaving work on 31st March. No turning back. Just as the world predicts a gloomy recession and falling house prices.
New Year, New Start?
Has it been nearly a month?
A few things have happened, lets put them in perspective.
The cat had a stroke. No, not that kind of stroke. She's a bit shaky on her left side, but she still goes strong. i thought I'd losther, which was a bad visit to the evt.
The book, I have dried up since writing Ch8 of book 4, I just don't hav time at the mo. The publisher apparently will decide this month. What can you say?
PRINCE2 in a red corvette. i study, it sinks in - very slowly. Was it always this bad. I've tried Brain Training on Nintendo to unlock the mush in my head.
Learning Welsh. Very slow. PRINCE is more important at present. i may go to a weekend refresher to kick start the iriaith eto.
Redecorating house. Slowly started. Just about done kitchen, had a blast sanding the hall today, look a bit albino at present.
Why are we doing this? On Xmas Eve, I took the plung and requested redundancy. If it goes through - and they made noises it would. We will try and sell up and move to Aberystwyth by May. Reinventing myself in the job role of a 'as yet to be confirmed'... Scary times!
