While there are many, many good things about writing full-time, one of the not-so-good things is the lack of income. I'm hardly out on the street thanks to the generous support of my lovely hubby, but I still can't traipse off to the shops on a whim like I used to. (Well, I can still traipse, I just can't buy!).
What makes the whole thing even harder is that I live very close to one of the main shopping streets in London. I can't throw a stone without breaking a shop window or two (not that I've tried, of course).
Back in the days -- whether they were good or not is debatable, as I worked non-stop at a job I loathed -- I could buy that new jumper from TopShop and shoes to match from French Connection. Oh, new arrivals in Zara? No problem! And maybe some new MAC lipstick too. I was frivolous, yes, but boy was it fun.
Now, my shopping is largely limited to Primark where I can purchase a six-pack of socks for £1 and a sweatshirt for £3. Splurging is buying conditioner from Boots!
No, I may not be the fashion plate I used to be. Still, though, I wouldn't trade my life for anything!
(And there's always coffee and wine...)
