Monday, April 9

Dusting off an imagination.

Ok, the gaps between these posts are getting longer and longer. My bad guys, definitely my bad.

Right, what to say. Well, I could start with this... I want to write something.

You know, a story, a novel, a book. One or all of the above.

There is one slight teensy tiny problem. Starting it. With exams, work, moving to Edinburgh, trying to get the girl, save the world and then subsequently subjugate it to my will, there isn't much spare time for just sitting thinking of a story. With my imagination running circles in my head as usual, picking one idea out isn't easy either. So, you know, I'll plod on with tha...

Hold on. We'll go back to story time after. Go back a bit there. "rk, moving to Edinburgh, tr" Yeah, I may have forgotten to tell some of you. I'm moving to Edinburgh. Very soon. As in, before the end of this month. It's a good thing. It's not me, it's you. Or something like that. So long Kirkcaldy, as a wise Jedi once said, "I'll be back." Or was that from Star Trek? I get those all mixed up sometimes.

Anyway, back onto topic. After these exams are finished, I plan to sit down and just whack out my ideas into a coherent form. Hopefully, some of it might form words. If you want to find out about it once I have something, let me know. I need critics to keep me on the straight and narrow. And stuff like that. You know, so I don't end up writing something about sparkling vampires and a lust story between a vampire and something he would consider food. Like me and a steak. Actually, that could work. Teenage girls suck up that kind of stuff, don't they?

Write "Man falls in love with Steak" Book ---> Publish ----> ???? -----> Profit.

Simples.

Peace out bubs.
Andrew out.