On the move again
Looking around my cluttered office/study, I don’t know how we are going to do it. After two years in Wagga Wagga we are back off to the eastern side of the Great Dividing Range.
I guess for me, the last two years have been a bit of a failure. I came down here with the intention of taking six months off, do some writing, reconnect with people, get my head in a better place & then get a nice stress free job.
I don’t think I have achieved any of those things. I finally landed myself a job in September, writing for a small weekly newspaper. I had been out of the workforce for 14 months, I had never done any journalism (they were advertising for people with community writing experience). It was too much. With very little support, & the expectation to write an entire paper from week one, I was never going to cut it.
I lasted two weeks before I quit. It was a soul & confidence destroying experience, but I found it interesting and enjoyable.
Apart from my stint as a journalist, the most writing I have done is here, on this blog. The casual observer will note that output has not been prolific. Yes, I released a book in January. That was a good experience. I’ve had a few very positive responses to it, from strangers even. But I’ve had stoney silence from others, some of the people I expected it to touch the most. Perhaps I made myself too vulnerable at times.
I’ve got two literary projects on the go. Neither of them have been touched in months.
And now we move on to another new beginning, still not knowing what life will hold for me. I can’t help but think that things can’t be any worse than they have been around here lately. Hey, that’s got to be something…doesn’t it?
For now, I think I’ll stick my head back into some sacred poetry in between packing boxes and dispersing of unneeded…junk. Perhaps that is the cleansing I need.
Wish me luck. Please.
