...and first day in the new job

So here we go. September 1st is the first day in the new job; being a full-time freelance writer. I've never been self-employed before, so as you might imagine, there's something of a learning curve to be scaled. 

Some of the past few days has been spent setting up a basic-but-workable system of keeping track of accounts (in other words, I've got an A4 file), ordering some business cards, hooking myself up with the tax and National Insurance folk; all of that.  

I've tidied up my online presence, backing up and archiving a couple of old blogs, and redirecting URLs that I've got for those back here. I'll keep a weather eye on traffic from those addresses, and if it's useful to do so, I'll renew them. If not, I'll let them go. Also, I've joined Facebook - something I dabbled with back in the late 00s but found it not for me - partly to keep in contact with former colleagues, and partly to help support me doing this. 

So, yeah, I'm making this up as I go along.    

However, as making things up is now the day job, let's hope that this just becomes a new normal.  One of the key steps along that particular path is to establish a new writing routine; one that doesn't have to work around the restrictions of office hours plus commute plus marking and so on at home. That'll be the focus of Friday's post. 


My novel The Prospect of This City is out now and available in paperback from me (signed if you prefer!) an in ebook and paperback formats via Amazon

"Looks like I'm walking." Last day in the old job...

Today's my last day at what's now my old job. That's coming up on fifteen years with the same employer. A decade and a half of teaching. So it's a big shift that's being made. Time to do some writing, full-time.

And along with a change of that nature, naturally there's some mixed emotions. So here's how I'm feeling today, explored via a few movies. Why movies? Let Steve Martin - in Grand Canyon - explain:

Some days have been a bit like this:

And sometimes I've felt like Frank Oz, here supervising the test in Spies Like Us:

And occasionally like Pacino's Ricky Roma in Glengarry Glen Ross:

And ever so occasionally like Peter Finch in Network:

Though there's been some of this too:

A little bit of me's like Al Pacino on getting released from jail in Carlito's Way. Like Carlito Brigante, I did some time but never got convicted on no dope:

And a bit of me's going to be like Joliet Jake Blues getting out of the slammer to find that things have changed on the outside:

Though prison/escape comparisons are a bit clunky (and not really accurate to my situation, in all fairness), they're at least vivid and visual. Ain't that right, Andy Dufresne?

So it's not like I've actually crawled through a prison-pipe of poo to get out, but it will feel a bit odd to be out on the outside.

Hopefully there'll folk out there like Peter Falk in Wings of Desire, helping newbies acclimatise:

Mostly, though, today I get to be Robert de Niro. Specifically, the de Niro of Midnight Run.

After a long time trying to do the right thing (and, like most of us not always getting it quite right), de Niro's character Jack Walsh (over two video clips) finally gets an out.

A little travelling money, the sense of a new beginning, but first, the walk home.