Overthinking it.

Once upon a time, I turned to my partner in the quiet and cosy last hour before sleep and disturbed his iPad game by asking,

"How come pirates are pirates?"

He immediately launched into a mini lecture on the socio-economic factors affecting the communities of English coastal towns in the 16th and 17th Centuries. A subject I remain certain he knows nothing about.

Correct answer: Because they Arrrr!

We have since parted ways.

Since completing my studies (Decision: Degree with Honours in the First Class. Thank you.) I have been searching for a proper job. A sit down job. 

I have extensive experience in admin. Anything will do, I thought, to pay the bills, just as long as it's not bar work. I thought potential employers would snatch my arm off. Mentally, I was already bossing it in sleeveless shirts. So much for the powers of self belief and manifestation.

But then - I saw it. A paid position scriptwriting. 

Hold my beer.