Existence

I had an interview at Kew Gardens yesterday for the position of Book and Publications Buyer. I thought the interview went okay. I didn't say anything stupid, but then I didn't say anything really fabulous either. I'll be hearing back from them next week to see if I get another interview. It did get me thinking on the way home: what if all jobs are just going to be the same as each other. I enjoyed the bookshop, but I just didn't have enough money. Does earning money mean that you have to be miserable?

That sounds a little Sex and the City, except I'm more Mope in the City today, hence where there's no sex to speak of and no prada to sqeal over either.

I've been re-reading "American Gods" by Neil Gaiman. I have a proof of "Anansi Boys" so I decided to re-read the former title in preparation for this one. I also get to meet Neil Gaiman next week at a little drinkies thing I was invited to be I left FP, so it'll be good to have swotted up a bit. I realised while I was reading "AG" that I've actually taken some of my novel from that one. Not wholesale stealing, just more a little synthesis of what I've read. I have a green river running through my town in the novel I'm writing, and found that Neil Giman does too. I guess I must have got the green river from him as I can't think of any other way I would have found out that piece of information.

Hmmm I'm currently sitting beneath the cherry tree in the studio's back garden. People are firing BB guns into the tree, I think it may be time to move...