That is the advice given to you on any writing course. The problem being that all I know at the moment is this desk, this computer and the bottom of my tea cup.
My days have become a a groundhog day of little routines to busy myself. High on the list is my daily visit to Tesco's to scrutinize the contents of the reduce to clear section for food void of any signs of life. On my way out the door I give a friendly nod to Steve the Tramp (self named) who is usually too rapt in conversation with the pigeons to notice me at all, and on to a whistle and air kiss from Builder on Corner which satisfies my need for daily flirtation. We are going to name our kids Aiden and Tristan.
When I get home I spend a little time answering e-mails, chasing contacts and preparing for my next interviews (of which I have had two very promising ones of late with some lovely contacts at Iris and iProspect... yes that was officially a suck up. I'm not proud) followed by some deep contemplation about the benefits of day time drinking. Medicinal, thought provoking or other.
Once I have successfully created a crater in my sofa and have made a card tower of tea cups I begin to be productive, starting with some applications and ending in a day dream of the small cafe-come-music venue I will open one day with my unrivaled knowledge in marketing.
For now though I will settle with booking myself on an evening course in social media marketing to help me out along the way/ a productive use of my time/ to get me out of the house.
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