Hi darling readers!
In an attempt to redeem my blog from being the digital equivalent of an empty plain with tumbleweed blowing across it, I’ve fearlessly tracked down some rogue WiFi in a Cornish cafe, which is where you find me today. Oh, it’s been a lark, this week. Holidays! Lovely lovely hols. However, the precise timing of my long awaited vacation (I violently refuse to say the ghastly phrase ‘staycation’ thank you ever so much) has coincided with a bit of a rush time in terms of job application deadlines. Yes, I’m back in the game. That’s IN the game, not ON the game, in case you read that rather too quickly.
Is it insane to say I’m really enjoying applying for jobs? I haven’t needed to use my CV in over a year – the work I’ve got I’ve chatted my way in to, and I’ve been furiously busy creating my own opportunities. I’ve been enjoying it an awful lot, but I’m suddenly craving a bit of structure, because as previously discussed, I’m not too brillo pads with not having much to do. It started with Edinburgh Festival applications. I’m hoping this year to finally achieve my goal and get up to the Festival, a feat I didn’t manage during my English & Drama degree, or in years of doing productions. El failio, as the Mexicans say. So this is the year! Come hell or high water – and I hear that’s exactly what Scotland’s like in August – I’m going.
Rather luckily, the simple act of getting out of my house has turned me into a working MACHINE. I kind of knew it would. I desperately needed a change of environment, and a place where I wouldn’t get distracted by stuff around the house. I think I’ve pretty much turned something in every day, I’ve rejigged my CV, I’ve written some articles, done an exhaustive application for one of the Edinburgh venues (I imagine the process of relocating to another country is probably less complicated), and while I was at it, I’ve applied for a few proper jobs too. Essentially, I’ve been angling after a part time job to work my own freelancing/writing/creative faffing around, because I think it may well be time. I know what I want to do, and I’m confident that I’ve started to build a really decent portfolio of writing, and begun to find my ‘voice’ (pass the sick bucket?).
Anypoodles. Cornwall! Yes, that’s where I was! The lovely St Ives. I’ve been there a trillion, zillion times (approximate figure), and as such, I decided to do something different every single day, just to keep it interesting. I’ll do another post on all the new things I’ve been up to, but for now, I’ve just shoved in a few not particularly interesting pictures of when I was packing, because I thought it looked pretty and stuff. And I’m an idiot hole who likes to abuse her expensive Canon camera with photos of rubbish stuff. Yeeeah. There’s a few photos of insane stuff I saw around Ivey Spivey, like the Smurfs. More pictures of actual St Ives to come!