Cool thing was, as I groaned and muttered to myself, trying to work up the willpower to drag my scrawny arse out of bed and down to the cornershop for a bottle of Irn Bru and a packet of Anadin Extra, I heard the unmistakeable thunk of a book-heavy item of mail -- not the US Vellum, of course, but A Pour of Rain, the book I ordered from Amazon ages ago as research material for the historical section of my Gilgamesh retelling. Hoorah! And what came through the post along with it was me first royalties statement. (Not that there was a check or anything, mind; got to pay off that advance first. But still...) It all seemed rather like a sign from the Powers That Be, you know, a perfectly-timed message of symbolic support. Synchronicity or what?
I even managed to get some work done, to be all disciplined and writery, like, if only for a few hours before heading into town to hook up with a mate from work for a few glasses of the vino tinto before my official leaving do in the trendy tapas place, Cafe Andaluz. Bumped into Mags and Claire there, which was cool as that meant someone to stand outside and smoke with. Ended up the evening with a few of us heading off to National Pop League, the monthly indie night at the Woodside Social Club. I was sure Mags and Claire were going to meet us there but given my level of drunkenness by that point clearly I got me wires crossed. Hmmm. I may have to apologise for any rudeness of text messages sent to enquire as to their whereabouts.
Anyhoo... so, yes, it's official. As The Who put it so well: I'm FREE!!!!!
*Though I don't know which letters yet... I mean, I don't even know who's in charge of allocating them... though I'm hoping to get "Z", because "Z" is a way cool letter, not like "Q" which is just an embarassment.