pitches/proposals :: 1
responses to pitches/proposals:: 4
jobs from nowhere :: 1
jobs completed :: 5 copywriting jobs, 1 script-editing/proofreading job
jobs turned down :: 4
English lessons taught :: 4 (iTalki has kicked in)
hours of Dutch learning :: 1 (I have been busy)
books being read :: 2 (Same two as four weeks ago. I need to make a proper routine, with reading time built into it. I feel like I’m missing out.)
physical exercise :: None. (It’s fine. I’ve got plans. You’ll see.)
metaphysical exercise :: None.
routine adhesion :: 65%
days left to Amsterdam :: 25
week 17/52 overall rating :: 9.5/10. Excellent. Great time with family, plus lots of mostly enjoyable work, some fairly lucrative. The only thing missing from this week – and indeed my life in general at the moment – is romance. (That’s a horrible word, isn’t it. Love doesn’t cover it though. Love is everywhere. What about lady-love? There it is. Lady-love.) And I do miss it, but I’m also being patient and focusing on other things for now. (Not that focusing on finding someone to love would make it any easier to achieve, but obviously it’s less painful when it’s not on your mind constantly.) Someone will turn up sooner or later, but even if they don’t, I have nothing to complain about.
So. Week 17. I was in Nottingham till Tuesday and had a lovely time with my sisters and mum. I felt quite emotional saying goodbye to my mum, but as is the way in our family, I kept it well-hidden. She’s on great form at the moment and apart from her rheumatism, is pretty pain-free, but because I’m going away again I guess, I can’t help worrying. You know, she’s in her 80s.
But of course, there’s no point worrying. No point at all. I keep thinking, please let her stay alive at least a few more years, because I think there’s a good chance of me making some proper money within a couple of years and then I can do things for her that I can’t do now. But of course, it’s all nonsense. I might die myself at any moment – my death is just as likely as hers. And she doesn’t want anything from me but my happiness, and the occasional call and visit. So I’m being silly.
I got lots of work this week, one job in particular that just turned up from nowhere and was actually a great pleasure to do and was even very well paid. More of those, please, universe.
And you? Come on now. Don’t be shy.