Strange, incredible events are happening. Out of the blue I have been offered a job as a writer for a magazine. After a few weeks of negotiating and conversing, the job is mine. Officially. Today. I am nervous. (I’m pretty sure my eye is twitching). I’ll have to go back and forth between Norway and Wales a lot. I don’t love flying, but I hope I will love this job, so it should be worth it. I’m not sure where to put myself. Well, that’s not entirely true. I’ll have to put myself next to the steamer in the new house, stripping off more wallpaper. New house. New job..
I am freakishly excited and shit nervous they will all find out that I can’t write.
I got a job!!!