…is anxiety, which I seem to wake up with each morning. Whereas at the end of the day I’m reluctant to leave work in the mornings I can’t seem to wait to get going and doing for the day. What’s it going to be like when I don’t have a place to go in the morning, a schedule to keep?
Of course, I will have things to do. I’ll just be doing those things in my apartment, which will effectively be my office. It’s funny, when I was working toward being a writer I imagined that this was precisely how my life would be structure — I’d work from home, writing my fiction, my novels and short stories. I wouldn’t have an office, a place of business to go to. That was what I wanted. But now… I don’t know. I’ve gotten used to having a place to go.
I wonder if I will do any writing once I am unemployed, provided I haven’t secured a new job by then. You’d think it would be a perfect opportunity to do some writing. But I’m not so sure I’ll be able to. I haven’t done much writing in recent weeks. I’ve been too concerned with finding a new job. I cant seem to concentrate on writing fiction. In a way I’m too tired. In another way, it seems a not very productive way to spend my time. I don’t know. Maybe I’ll feel differently once I transition.