Day 46. 149 pages, 72,102 words.
Ugh, back to work. One of the first times after a holiday I didn’t actually feel like going back. It’s not that I usually want to go back to work, not that I wouldn’t rather stay on holiday, but yeah, I’ve usually been okay with it. I know, you’re not supposed to enjoy working. That’s why it’s work. That’s why they pay you to do it. It’s just that I don’t usually drag myself out of bed, slump over to the computer, and feel generally shitty about having to deal with this. It’s not that I don’t like holidays – it’s that I also like my work.
I do a job that I enjoy. Or I did, once.
Now? Now I’m not sure. I just know that I’m sick and tired of all the bullshit I have to put up with. It isn’t more important than my life, and it shouldn’t affect the way I feel in anything but a positive way.
Is it anywhere near as bad as the way I used to feel when I got up in the morning to go and work in the factory? No. But is it heading that way? Maybe. I don’t know. Maybe I’m just going through a miserable patch. Crappy weather, failure to get out of the house and walk, an assortment of other pressures. Unmotivated. Generally discouraged and slumping.
My latest Amazon review for Eejit was nice, though. Five stars and accompanied by the simple text “Andrew Hindle = the man.”
 I seem to get way more reviews and sales for Eejit than the other books. I guess that’s good, as long as people are reading the first book in the series there’s a reasonable chance they’ll go on and read the others. People just run out of steam. I understand that all too well today.
Not sure who “jod” is, but it was much appreciated.
I know, this (and just about every post for the past week or two) is an interlude and I need to get back to The Final Feast. I’m focussing on the book right now.