4 posts tagged “wine”

Cate thought that this should be published somewhere "more public than her inbox":

How to snog people you don't want to marry:
 
1. Drink two bottles of wine.
2. Only find them physically attractive. this is handy so you don't turn into fruitcake.
3. Be in romantic places. Not like, loiter around them waiting for people who might kiss you. No. Go to romantic places with people you might want to kiss. Then it's kind of rude not to.

:-)

Most of you will know, that as much as I'm a sociable little butterfly, I get narky if I don't get enough alone time. Which, if I'm honest is spent watching bad films and eating food that will give me a heart attack. Yep. I ditch you for fried chicken and Julia Roberts. Sorry.

But I've realised now how important that time is. Especially at the moment. The date I had at the weekend was actually perfect. And said guy is great. But I don't want to jump into anything at the moment. I'm just happy being me. Just me. On my own.

This is the first time in ages that things have been right. Work is great. I actually have a career for goodness sake. I've got rid of some dead weight in my life that I just don't need, and I've ditched friends that aren't good for me. I'm really truly happy.

When I'm not happy, I have a habit of thinking a guy will solve all of my problems. Or, at least distract me from them. Which is of course rubbish. Men are not magic genies. They are pretty silly a lot of the time. But I like to focus on something else instead of sorting my life out. Let's face it, as much as I enjoy writing, having sex is much more fun than writing proposals to Time Out.

So now, I've got everything sorted and I actually skipped into work a little bit yesterday. And yeah, of all the times for me to start seeing someone, now would be it. But after chatting with Cate yesterday and drinking a few glasses of wine, I realised that just because it's probably the right time for me, doesn't mean I have to start seeing someone. I just want to spend time having fun and enjoying being me. Despite that sounding like something from a self-help book.

I just don't think I need a man right now. I'm having too much fun with all of the new things going on in my life. Like waking up smiling, that kinda thing. Yeah, I'm sure it would be great with a guy too, but it wouldn't be any better.

People I've seen:

Neil, Cate, Virgil, Ang, Leon, Sofia, Alan, James, Chris, Dean.

People I've spoken to but did not see:

T, Dave H, my Dad, Jane.

My most interesting text message:

NHS tea would be grim. It would all come out of a big vat in Hull. Yuk! - Dave Haste.

Things I've eaten:

Cheese, yummiest bread ever, salad, egg curd tart, BBQ stuff, thai food, fried chicken, cookies.

Things I've drunk:

Chablis, beer, beer, beer, wine, fizzy drinks, smoothie, water.

Things I've talked about:

Brussels, writing, silliness, favourite films, travelling, China, ovaries, excitement, website projects, new job, Debra Charity, university, archeology, ice cream, secret passageways, London, rowing boats, hayfever.

I've smoked:

About 20 cigarettes. But I went through about 40 coz all of my friends are theiving bastards.

Places I've been:

Richmond, Vauxhall, Kennington, Fitzrovia, Charing Cross, My House.

I've spent:

About 50 quid I reckon. Which probably means I've spent about £65-70. Hey ho.

Weekend rating:

10/10

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Ps - Yes, the date went rather well. Thanks for asking.

I've realised that I'm at a really strange point in my writing career. Even saying that sounds weird - I've only been freelance for around six months after all. But since erm, 'leaving' Glitterditch, I've been in a strange but really quite exciting limbo.

I have more free time during the day. Which means that Sam and I got to go to a theatre Matinee last week (Harold Pinter. Strange. Nearly fell asleep. That can't be good.) Sam doesn't have a proper job either which means we can have fun while everyone else is at work. This often ends in childish giggling.

The main reason I have more free time is really because I think it's entirely normal to write at two in the morning. I'm now also getting paid a good rate for the work I'm doing and this keeps me in pretty shoes. This stops me stressing out. And when my Dad says "Isn't it time you got a proper job?" I actually believe that although I'm poorer than I was when I was doing sales, I don't need to go back to doing 9-5.

So what am I doing now? Aside from some great and regular paid writing work for a couple of lovely clients, I'm doing a lot of unpaid projects. The stuff that will hopefully set me up for the future. The creative stuff that I really really want to do forever and ever. This is the only time I'm ever going to get the chance to do it so if I fuck it up now, then yes I'll probably have to go back to the office job. Which would at least stop my Dad from worrying.

Here's what I'm up to:

1. Setting up a very exciting new blog. Watch this space.

2. Working on a new book proposal with the beautiful Cate.

3. Scribbling my own coffee table book.

4. I'm also collaborating with a lovely artist called Jason. We're mixing my fiction work and his artwork into a whole project and exhibition about how writing and art works together.

That's a lot of stuff. And currently, it's all unpaid. When the birds are tweeting in the morning, and you've been asleep for six hours already, this is what I'll be working on. After I've spent all day working to pay my rent, buy food and wine and essentials like shoes. It's Saturday evening and I've already decided that I'm not going out tonight. Instead I'm going to stay in and work.

Strangely, even though it's daunting, looking at the list above makes me smile. I'm having more fun than ever and doing things that I really enjoy. Yeah, so I'll have to work 15 hour days and every weekend for the rest of the year, but I'm happy.