A Life Measured In Word Count

Current Word Count for my Novel in Blog Posts.

I feel like my life is suddenly measured in words. I guess it comes from writing so damn much in the last few weeks.

Every morning I wake bursting with inspiration that has to get out. It can be annoying to some I guess, but I personally find it invigorating to be back here after so many years. I had a similar thing happen to me when I was writing in my gap year. I wrote around 50,000 words in about a month. After that ended I didn't think I'd ever be there again, yet here I am.

In other news, finding a job is freaking hard. I've done a tonne of things, looked in all kinds of places, but there just doesn't seem to be anything on offer. Looking makes me depressed too. All I have to do is look for an hour and I'm grouchy the entire day, it sucks. This doesn't mean I'm not looking, I am, but looking and finding are two very different things.

Other than that I'm keeping up with all the blogs in the side bar as well as I can. I keep finding more reasons to make them.

In other news, while we were away in Malta for Christmas and the New Year, somehow our housemate managed to get his shower to overflow. Not only this but, when it got on the carpet he didn't clean it up properly. Now the carpet in his room stinks.

When I say stinks I mean full scale: can't even open the door kind of stinks. I have to wonder how he lives in there, sleeps in there, and even subjects his girlfriend to it. Jeez, does the guy have no self-esteem?

Overall though, life is pretty nice at the moment. I may not be earning, but I am enjoying writing.