I'm hanging in limbo not quite knowing what's happening or which way things are going to go. I've only had 4 and a half hours sleep since Sunday (not good), I'm grumpy, my head aches and I'm finding it hard to think, let alone make decisions. I'm trying to stay positive. Tonight I got to see things from a slightly different perspective.
I had a 2 hour interview for a new job. It went really well. I got on great with the manager. I like the environment, the people seemed friendly, the job is precisely my skillset and if the terms work out the way they were pitched to me I may even end up slightly better off than I am right now.
It does mean I could be working two jobs right through winter and sacrificing all of my spare time for the 10 week duration of the contract. I might be able to snatch writing time between jobs, and potentially in the mornings, though. I'll still have weekends, and the play doesn't pick up touring until February. It might work out.
Short term pain, long term gain.
It's frustrating knowing that my creative life is the one I need to be shifting focus to, yet I'm being forced to retreat from it for a while.
I finally read up on Week 7's tasks on the train home: I figured I would at least get caught up on reading with a view to starting the tasks tomorrow. Turns out I unwittingly completely 4 of them today totally by accident. Synchronicity, or has Julia correctly predicted that by the half way stage we'll be going through the mill and in need of mollycoddling?
I'm staying optimistic. I trust my instincts to guide me in the right direction.