Happy In The Haze Of A Drunken Hour

Say what you like about Morrissey, but I’m sure most of you can relate to this:

I was looking for a job, and then I found a job

And heaven knows I’m miserable now

This sweet era of daytime writing is over. I have a job and it starts on Monday.

Everyone’s like ‘Congratulations, Jack. You must be so happy.’

You lot know me better than that.

It’s only a three month contract. Takes me up to June, when I have to fly back to the UK for a wedding.

I suppose it’s fine. And I suppose it’ll be nice to have a steady income for a while.

But, really, all I want to do it write. That’s all.

Well, I killed a bunch of short stories and took a sizeable chunk out of a novel first draft.

And besides, after June, if fortune smiles on me, I’ll be happily unemployed again.

Right, I’m off to do some daytime drinking.

Later.