Sometimes I wonder about being a writer. I'm not sure what of; maybe films, maybe novels, maybe sitcoms, maybe non-fiction. It would fulfil this sad part of my personality that craves some sort of fame. I'm never good at following ideas very far, though. I managed to finish a (bad) album with my band because that can be made in unrelated chunks, but whenever it comes to writing I end up getting over-ambitious and trying to write entire novels with no preparation. I've hit the dizzy heights of two chapters a couple of times now before I've run out of steam. I'm actually doing reasonably well on my latest attempt at a novel, having at least thought about researching it, made lists of characters and possible events, sketched out the plot, etcetera, but unfortunately my over-ambition has responded by turning the project into a trilogy.
And that's all I've got to say about that.
You may wonder why I'm updating this thing so often. Well, it's because my social life which, admittedly, was never much more than sitting in the living room with my mates or going to the pub with my mates, has disappeared since university ended. Luckily this week is going to be much better but only from Wednesday onwards. No, must resist temptation to turn this into a deeply boring diary of when I went to the shop and fed the cat and so on. I'm not on form tonight. Too much band planning interfering with my thoughts. Adiós.
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