Self employment has its ups and downs. I'm fairly sure I've said this before, but here I am, saying it again. Whereas this time last year I was flooded in students, this year, a lot have been taken by their parents to go hang in China till Xmas. That's on top of not replacing all the year 12s that leave after the HSC. Want to know the most difficult time of the year to pick up new students? November. This is only because I don't try in December, mind. Things aren't dire or anything, though last week's washing machine breaking down along with the edger was kind of shit for timing, but isn't that how life works? Fortunately my Mum, who had gotten a nice tax return this year, was super cool and replaced the first, and Cas is too lazy to actually use his edger, so I'm going to 'borrow' his for an extended period of time. Still, I didn't think this would be how I would be living at thirty-four.
Except for that part about nicking Cas' stuff. That I always imagined.
You make your choices, though, right? You want something, you have to make sacrifices to go get it, and in this case, it's my ability to purchase washing machines at will.
It's not all downhill, though. Most notably, the fact that my new agent represents Derryn Hinch and Don Burke makes me boggle and chuckle, and if you can't get a laugh out of that, then you can't get a laugh at all, I guess. Well, I suppose if you're not Australian you won't see what's funny about it. Anyhow: I wasn't going to mention it, because the book might not sell, and nothing might come of it, and I've developed (like most authors, I guess) a fear that if I talk about something too soon, then it won't happen. But, as I've learnt, not talking about it doesn't stop it not happening, and you got to take the good with the bad, right? And in this case, the good actually justifies going through some of the bad.
Also, I found this photo: