Ever since I can remember I have wanted to be a writer. Most people who read this blog know this and it’s one of the reasons my poetry pops up on Livejournal on a semi-regular basis. I have got close over the years because, whilst I am happy writing, and can’t imagine a life not writing, I want to be paid for my work. I want publication…ideally I’d like to earn a living this way but theres some sort of desire to be acknowledged as good which for some reason I feel I’d need a contract to feel.
The last job I had for a while was in social services and I was doing something so completely worthwhile that I took my eye off the ball. This job, processing invoices, this is so far from what I want to do my eye is very much on the ball again.