Day 1

1st September

Oh no. The reality has hit me. Today is the day I would be going back to my old job, the job I have done for 8 years. The job I probably could have done for another 15 years and then retire. Comfortably. With a pension and everything.

But, instead, what have I done? Packed it all in, more or less on a whim, to persue my career as a 'writer'. And what qualifications do I have? None. Diddly squat. Zero. I don't even know what a preposition is, and the term adverbial clause makes me sweat with anxiety. I have even had my first book rejected so many times I can't count that high, but I expect it's a world record.

What a fool.

A purposeless, jobless, irrelevant, labelless (my new made up word) fool.