Okay so here is the dilemma: I have almost been working at Kew for a year now and how far have I got with my "paid byline by September!"...absolutely no where! I have more chance of successfully locating and milking a cow within the next five months than working for a magazine any time soon.
So maybe it's a sign that my beloved diary (this one was started around the time I started at Kew) is about 7 pages away from completion? Maybe the literary gods are stealing my blank pages and urging me to go forth and scribble- for money obviously, I'm not three years-old.
Another sign is there is now a vacancy for a supervisor at the shop, which I will apply for (I could do it standing on my head, one eye closed whilst reciting Chaucer), but once again where will my journalism degree come in handy? The chances of me serving Louise Court from Cosmo or Victoria White from Company are once again in the region of "it would be easier to feel up a farmyard animal...".
So there we have it. Do or die? Live or let lie? Shop assistant for life of feature write?
I know what my heart and head is saying...
No comments:
Post a Comment