This morning I mulled over the future in a despondent sort of way. What jobs could I do that are interesting, will pay the mortgage and let me go on holiday several times a year? The plan had been to write screenplays that film companies would fall over themselves to acquire the rights to. I would divide my days between writing brilliant new scripts and working with #HughGrant , #JulieWalters or maybe #SpikeLee to give them inspiration on how to bring the stories to life.
It was just another ordinary day in the life of an aspiring writer. She got up, a little late, started to do some writing, but had to check the washing and then needed to put out the rubbish, whilst remembering to water the seedlings - oh and get mum up and get her teeth in and give her breakfast, not forgetting the second cup of tea - or was that coffee, and remembering to check the horses to see if they might have won and cursing the bookies for giving false hope and starti