I had an internal interview a few weeks ago.
I didn't get the job. And I'm really pleased about that.
Don't get me wrong; I would have loved the job I was going for. It would have been far more interesting than what I'm doing now, along with more responsibility and room to grow (oh and a lovely salary boost). And I was devastated when I heard I hadn't got it. But I was due to go out walking with a friend and her dogs that night, so I had to put the disappointment aside (and then she fed me chips and wine which always helps). By the time I woke up the next morning, I was feeling strangely positive; thinking about the fact that my course finishes soon and that I have two deadlines in quick succession. Thinking about the fact that I need to work really hard; that the last assignment is 50% of my final mark. Thinking about the fact that while I would have loved the job and know I would have been good at it, it's not my dream job. And it would have taken time and energy that I don't have available for work right now.
I've read a book (highly recommended btw) that says writing immediately on waking up will improve your capacity for writing; will improve the quality of your work massively; will heighten the urge to recast your day into words. So two weeks ago I started writing the second I was conscious enough to pick up my notebook and pen. I've written varying amounts before getting out of bed for 14 days in a row now and I plan on keeping it up nearly every day; only letting myself off if I have to be up much earlier or quicker than normal.
It means that I start my day doing something I love. And that means I start pretty much every day in a great mood. Someone commented yesterday that I'm much happier the last week or so. It's true, I am. I'm writing in the morning, in the evening, through the day. I've used birthday money to pay for subscriptions to writing magazines. Today I bought a load of women's mags that print short stories and I plan to study them, see what they print, see if I can get a story into print. I'm officially in the queue to join Novel Racers. I've started writing a novel.
Being so much happier and writing so much more is making me want to blog regularly again. But therein lies a dilemma.
I started this blog as a place to post my observations about living in the north east, but fairly quickly drifted away from that being the main focus of the blog. I want to get back to that, to open my eyes more and write about what I see. I enjoy choosing what to focus on and what to hide. I enjoy deciding what parts of me I show, what I conceal. But I also want to blog about writing, to write about what's going on in my life as a writer. And I don't know whether to write about that here, on my watching-geordie-life blog, or whether to start up a new blog, for writing talk.
So I will give the choice to you. What keeps you coming back here? What are you most interested in reading about? Would you be interested in reading about my writing life? If so, would you like to keep it all together? Would you keep up to date with two B blogs? If not, would it put you off coming back here if you had to skip past entries about writing to get to the meat, the heart of this blog? Should I start over elsewhere and have a general blog but with twin focii? Is focii a word??
*throws the floor open for comments*
Thanks for any answers you can give.