Time flies when you aren't having fun, eh?

Two months? TWO MONTHS since I last posted? Hang on... that can't be right. Where is my life going? I'll be forty before I know it at this rate...

Bloody hell, if I thought university was difficult, I certainly hadn't banked on graduating into the economy from hell and essentially just banging my head against the impenetrable brick wall that is the newspaper industry. I mean, I knew it was going to be hard, but I didn't think it would be this bad. I also hadn't banked on my relationship breaking down and being single at the most emotionally and financially unstable time in my life. But c'est la vie I guess. And its now time to stop moping around complaining that nothing is ever going to come right and start making things right myself.

So after a couple of months of running around screaming at everything and everyone and trying to form my life into some semblance of a new shape, it looks like my efforts may be about to pay off. My CV (or various forms thereof) has been flung far and wide, I've had two features published in the last couple of months and I have a week long stint at The Mail on Sunday next week. I so desperately want to make a good impression, but I must say though, working 30-odd hours in a call centre isn't particularly conducive to the imagination... mostly I just feel knackered all the time. So creatively I feel a little rusty to say the least, like that part of my brain has been hibernating. But now its time to wake it up and hope it'll be refreshed after it's little snooze.

Dancing around my room and shouting to the Hairspray soundtrack seems to help...

"And you can try to stop my dancin' feet but I just cannot sit still,
Cause the world keeps spinnin' round and round,
And my heart's keeping time to the speed of sound,
I was lost till I heard the drums then I found my way...
YOU CAN'T STOP THE BEAT!"

Oh yes.