I spent the day at the coast and had a ‘what the hell am I doing with my life?’ moment. Why do I wile away so many hours sitting in front of a computer screen when there are waves to hear and sand to walk on?
The chicken man says you have to work really hard to become a millionaire and you know, some days, I just don’t want to. I want to be a writer who walks along the seafront of a lunchtime for inspiration.
Perhaps the sea air has gone to my head. It’s a bank holiday weekend, so I have a long break ahead. I could change my mind again by Tuesday. I am very fickle.
That’s all from me as I have promised my youngest that I will eat popcorn and watch Neflix with her. Lost In Space here we come.
I am a badass writer.