Seven Years

On January 4th 2013, I published my first ever blog post. In the seven years since, I’ve published a post (on average) once every not-quite-three days. That’s 879 posts – 880 if you count this one.

So I think it’s time to take a sabbatical – an unspecified period of time during which I will consider what I have done over the last seven years; whether, after my seven years’ labour, I’ve found myself with Rachel or Leah (and, indeed, what “Rachel” and “Leah” represent in this case); and what the future should look like.

Gauffier - Jacob venant trouver les filles de Laban 01

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Where Did The Decade Go?

2020 already? How did that happen?
But now that I think about it, there have been one or two things happen in the last ten years.

Time Flies Metaphor Image

I graduated with an MA in Creative Writing (Scriptwriting) – the beginning of a year of unemployment.

I gained a statistically significant other (and wrote a few hundred emails to him in aforementioned year of unemployment).

I got a job at last – the Dreaded Day Job.

I got engaged, moved cities and started my new job (it was a very busy few days).

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Is There A Hell?

“I will not continue in a job which involves being kissed by worms like Claude Bates. No, no, no, sir!”

Mr Wrenn raised a shocked and wrathful face.
“He kissed you?”

“Yes. You had an article in the Home Companion last week, uncle, saying what a holy and beautiful thing the first kiss is. Well, Claude Bates’s wasn’t. He hadn’t shaved and he was wearing a dressing-gown. Also, he was pallid and greenish, and looked as if he had been out all night. Anything less beautiful and holy I never saw.”

“He kissed you! What did you do?”

Wim van den Heuvel en Yoka Berretty (1961)

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