Well, I recon I have 70% of my blog back and sorted. Then I can start posting new material. This is so frustrating, and annoying. How dare anyone remove my fucking memories. Just shows how damn low they sink. Feel pity for them. I do.
I really need to get my house move sorted. I recon I’ll be moving soon... I’m happy to rent in Devon. I can find a job before I move into my house.
I’m not even going to discuss work. Even though I’m exceeding my targets now I feel better, they still want me out. If it wasn’t for my candidates I would have gone weeks ago. One of my favourite candidate is starting work on Monday!!! I’m overjoyed. He had sooooo many barriers. It was hard work getting them all sorted. To have that email saying he starts on Monday... well it made a depressing week worth while.
And another one... applied for a role she was over qualified for. But my interview prep was so damn good, they called her back the next day, with a interview for a managers role! Her interview is Monday. I wish her all the luck in the world. If she gets the job I’m going to bunk off Monday for a bit and join her for a celebratory drink. These two candidates are in nearly every day. Both are dyslexic, so I’ve had to really help them with their written communication.
I get them to write their notes and I type them for them. Luckily, my Monday interview candidate is applying for roles in a sector I am familiar with, so can really provide some insightful additions to her preparation.
Anyway, as I’m not talking about work, I’ve said too much.
My loser stalker Kate has been abusing me again. I’m keeping her comments in drafts and if they accumulate I’ll go back to the police with the evidence of her harassment.
I’m so lacking motivation... energy... I’m really grumpy. Me and N tidy up each day, yet by the time we sleep the house is a mess again. Not helped by the fact we live in one room.
The only positive is I’ve done quite a good job at rebuilding my blog! I love the fact so many nationalities read my posts. And yes, I’m fully aware, the majority read with negative intentions.
But bad attention is better than no attention! Plus, the more attention I have now, the more ££ I can demand when I either write an autobiography or even make a film.
And, due to all the attention, I know this is not a wild dream. I get what I want. I always have. This is what keeps me alive. The truth, is the only thing which will get me clean.
Moving to Devon where I can be mortgage free, means I will definitely have the time to dedicate to doing this.
My plan is as follows
1) Continue sorting my blog. The existing material.
2) Go through every single diary I have, and add a lot of new material
3) Get everything in chronological order
4) Sort out advertising on my blog, pay money so I’m shown in search engines.
5) Start using as much different social media to get my blog as much attention as possible
6) Make necessary changes to get my story so it meets publishing guidelines
7) Either find some funding or save my own.
8) Get clean
9) Publish
10) Bask in the fame, earn enough money to retrain in substance abuse
11) Be a wonderful mentor for others in my position
So... watch this space.
Right, I must get up, wash my face, get myself sorted and clean this mess!!