Autumn is just around the corner, I can smell it. Although, Summer has had one last hurrah the last couple of days by throwing us 27 degree temperatures which makes me want to puke. After work yesterday I had such a bad headache from the heat that I had a cold bath and went to bed at 9.30. The ultimate rock n’ roll lifestyle.
I’m just not built for hot days, it’s the mutant ginger gene that does it (probably). I look around me on Summer days and I envy the people born for those conditions. So effortless and floaty – I’m just angry and red for three months straight. Luckily we’re at the tail end and Autumn is when I come alive again. It’s such a basic bitch thing to say but it’s all about cosy knits, tights, boots, crunchy leaves – bright, dry crispy days. Fall chic – groundbreaking. For me it’s about rebirth and inspiration – I just can’t get enough.
I do wonder what it’s going to be like this year though while we’re still part-time hermits facing a potential second lock-down. I want to be a hermit, don’t get me wrong but I feel more isolated now we’ve moved out of central Brighton. I’ll continue my campaign to get myself out at least once a week though and we’ll see. I’m hardly going to deny myself leaf crunching in the park while chugging Pumpkin Spice Lattes, am I?
Anyway, I’m currently mapping out Blogtober 2020 which is getting the creative juices flowing and in the lead up to blogging every day I’m going to try and write as much as I can. I might even try seriously committing to NaNoWriMo this year, even though I was supposed to have written my first novel in lock-down and be on to my second by now. I’d really like to do something remarkable before the end of this messed up year. Maybe my remarkable is going to be surviving it in the first place? Who knows.
Work have actually paid for me to do a copywriting course so I’ve got that to focus on before the end of January. When I’ve done that and my secondment comes to an end, I think I’m going to focus on finding a new job. Which might be easier said than done in a recession but stranger things have happened. Ideally I’d like to work in some sort of mental health capacity but with writing involved – I wonder if such a job exists out there, just kicking its heels waiting for me to rock up? Or maybe I’ll have to make it a thing myself.
I guess in all this it pays to still be hopeful that things will heal and get better – that we’ll come through the other end better people because we’ll understand what’s most important to us. In itself it’s a privilege to have the luxury to think like that, not everybody is so lucky.
Anyway, these are just the ramblings of a woman who should be working.