@ello Doing some writing today on the book (one of them):
"I wandered back to my laptop, skimming emails and enjoying the random playlist on Spotify: acoustic indie bands making me feel younger than I was. Twenty-somethings mumbling about love and certainty over daintily picked nylon strings and some sort of hand drums- so predictable and wrong and yet so soothing. Love was for idiots and settlers, for those who simply didn’t know any better. I surveyed the plain white walls of my room, the piles on the bookshelves, books shoved in any which way and all covered in a light blanket of dust. When was the last time I read for fun? When was the last time I did anything for fun? My fun? I turned back to the laptop, registering the time as only one hour after work was over and another four hours until I could reasonably allow myself to go to bed, and begrudgingly clicked over to the dating site. The one that promised results. The one that cost more than our water bill for the month."