I think it’s time. I’m somewhat of a social activist and so I felt it behooved me to stay on top of current news and events; keeping an eye on power brokers is the responsibility of all citizens, or so I thought. I read a lot of papers, and even more stuff online. But I think I’m gonna pack it in. It’s all too much.
The email long-awaited finally came: notice that – after almost a year since accepting my manuscript – they have assigned an editor to purge it of dross, waste, and bilious phlegm. Up until now it’s all been in the abstract, aside from that little morsel of an advance cheque I received upon signing the contract (1/3 of the total).
It sucks being brilliant.
It all suddenly made sense. Ever since I came back from the winter trip, my mood had been very strange; a mix of irritability and energy, and deep emotional restlessness. I’ve resurrected an old business of mine and it was going gangbusters, with lots of pieces coming together. I was feeling incredibly pumped and began throwing a tremendous amount of energy into it. As well, I started exercising again, which made me feel very alive.