Vor|haben - To Plan

As I’ve only got about five more weeks to plan my departure from life here in Colman’s Mustard-Land (Norwich), you’d think I might try to use that as an excuse for the obvious recent drop off in these entries. And actually I did try for the first five minutes of writing, but it far too accurately portrayed me as a whiny, responsibility-shirking dickhead - totally unbefitting of someone running off to New Zealand for a year. Or two. Looking back at the archive, in previous months I’ve churned out up to thirty pieces, while I managed just four this
May, three in June, and a dismal two in July. On that form, this should be August’s only post. Why? Well the apparent laziness is one of the driving forces behind my exit from Norfolk - I’ve done tons more writing while travelling, and that’s the stuff that, unlike this compendium of triviality, can be sort-of relevant to other people. As much as I love writing pointless bollocks, I understand there’s not a gigantic market for it. Or even a small one. Not that I’m seeking to make a ton of money - just enough to feed, clothe, shelter and frequently inebriate myself. Integrating elements of random bollocks into a reasonably solid travel-narrative seems to be my best bet in the I dunno-term. Where I am right now is making me want to write less and less, which is genuinely scary for me. So, in order to stem any further decline in drive and (sort-of) creativity, I took the decision to give up my income, home and most of my worldly possessions in order to bugger off to the other side of the planet. I’ve been (quite foolishly) approved to work by Immigration New Zealand, so almost any job is a option. Except sales and marketing or surrogacy. Of course something writing-based would be great, but I’m not naïve enough to think it’d be easy to land anything like that. I’ll just see where opportunity takes me, all the while producing as much textual, and as little booze-based output as possible. Maybe that’s somewhere close to an acceptable explanation, if not, tough. I’m out of time and must hurry along with my vital leaving-prep procrastination. See you next month!