Still working on getting rid of my flat. Moved a lot of stuff back home, but will need a van for bigger stuff. Feel a bit stupid to have wasted so much money on a move that never quite worked out, but still. When I finally do move to my own place, I think it basically has to be (a) when I’m more financially stable and independent and (b) somewhere else in the country, probably down South. Meantime, things should be okay-ish here, and at least money will be less tight.
Big decisions! Well, not really. I’m trying to decide if I should have something done with my crappy hair. I’ve been advised to have it shorter and maybe with a fringe. I’m not sure I like this idea…
I think I have experienced a complete loss of faith in my writing ability quite recently. I have a feeling that I either write mindless, disposable trash or pretentious toss that thinks it’s more important and literate than it really is. Both united in their being not very good. Oh, this isn’t a total downer—I do think I make a fairly good journalist or essay writer… but I have serious question marks over my attempts at creative writing. Putting together arguments and trains of thought (which I think I can do) is a quite different discipline to writing stories, etc. I’m wondering if my facility for the former has given me a mistaken impression that I can also handle the latter. I’m really not sure. I’ve had very little objective feedback on my creative work, and right now, my personal feeling about it is that it’s actually quite poor.
Not much else to say at the moment.