After a whole blog of being Bored that I wrote while back, in which I was then bored with film, bored with life, bored bored and more and worse, damn boring myself in my black and dark mood, I have become still boring but less bored.
In fact, now it seems there is almost too much going on and in my effort to not be bored, I have taken on yet more work and more, including podcasting for www.Teleread.org of which I am glad and am highly recommend as a venue to visit and comment for anyone interested in publishing issues, but I’m also writing now for BBC h2g2 as well as BBC Collective as well as here as well as any number of poetry journals not to mention that I edit two of them and not to mention that now, now at the end of Paul Weller’s Long Hot Summer I find that I have landed the much coveted fulltime job for which I had longed for after a leave to work on my own book (which is, I am pleased to say, almost finished and looking to my and my editor’s eyes good, and you read part of it here as Fugues & Fireflies and BBC took another chapter called Waltz XO. Why then the need for a corporate job, albeit in the most creative division of the company, I admit, it does boggle mind, if only slightly.
It’s not a financial issue as much as an issue of wanting some kind of daily routine or at least, a schedule that keeps us humming along and knowing when it’s time, because our now-back-in-use PDA beeps and snaps at us, time to take your Ritalin, Lithium, etc etc, Carbemazepine, whatever drug of choice or not choice you may or may not be on, life calls and it calls with an electronic and annoying beep as the phone rings incessantly with people congratulating me and yet I wonder where those very same people have been for the past eleven months when I have been at perhaps, my most productive time of all, manic perhaps at times, but banging out article after article and not having the small luxury of doing so for only one site and then adding podcasting to the mix.
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