Rollercoaster

The last few weeks have been a complete rollercoaster. Due to the sale of one of my old-faithful mags, I lost a bit of regular advertorial work. Then another client, becoming a frequent and well-paying gig, let me know that commissions were going on hold for a few months. A feature I'd had commisioned was dropped and an opinion piece spiked. Not the best few days I'd ever had.

You can imagine how, in my usual, undramatic way, I responded.

Howling at the moon and moaning to anyone who would have me worked a treat, though. I got the kick up the ass I needed and sold three stories (one to a HUGE new client) in as many days. I am also pestering an agent to within an inch of her life to take a shot on me and my new book project. Sometimes it takes a bleak week to make me raise my game.

Although I didn't manage to stick to my detox plan, I have made good on my most important resolution - to get to line-dancing classes on Mondays. I absolutely love it and after a terrifying first week in early Jan, I can already see the day when I will be doing 'Backstreet Attitude' with the best of them. Kick ball change all the way!

I've also been booking lots of gig tickets and dreaming about holidays. We're off on one shortly, to France, which I can't wait for. Also dreaming about a crazy dress I saw in Brighton yesterday. I might have to go back and buy it this week, in time for my birthday-related girls night out. I need it.

Having the quiet week work-wise afforded me a rare opportunity to watch the millions of films I've bought in the last few months. Naturally, my favourite was Eagle vs Shark. Jemaine Clemment is a legend. If you haven't seen it yet, watch it immediately!