Well here I am with a nice squeaky clean blog, one that I have created for all my thoughts, aspirations and views on this, that & the other.
Will I impress readers I ask myself with my superb understanding of even the most complex subjects? For example subjects like why does toast always fall on the floor butter side down? I mean there must be a reason, but what the hell it is I have no idea. But that example will give you an idea of what heights I aspire to, or of course if you never drop the toast on the floor then what depths I will sink to.
Perhaps I can discover something in my writings, but knowing my luck the most likely thing I will discover is that actually I am not really that good, but as I am fond of saying only time will tell. Many of you who have either followed my other blog or had the misfortune of exchanging emails with me will know I am writing a book, it is a work of fiction. Somebody once said that we all have a book hidden somewhere inside of us, well in my case it must be well hidden, perhaps snuggled in some deep dark place at the back of my mind. All I know is at times I am having a darn hard job finding where it is. Still we will plod on and at the end of it hopefully there will be a completed work that somebody will read and say at the end “I enjoyed that!” If they do I will be a happy bunny.
In this book there is a bit of romance between two people, being a confirmed coward I am playing it safe in that it’s between a man and a woman, but for some reason actually writing it is proving a challenge. This puzzles me as after almost 27 years of being married I thought I had a fair idea of what happens, in what order and where everything goes in the process, but it appears not, so I am looking at that particular part of the book as a work in progress.
I suppose when push comes to shove that’s what life is “A work in progress.” The trouble is that when you’re young you want a fast forward button so you can skip the boring bits and get to the juicy parts. Then when you get older you want a button so you can skip back through the years and refresh your memory as to what the hell happened to you along the way. One question people often ask those who are older is “Would you change any part of your life if you could go back?” Those who say no are lying, of course we would like to change things that’s human nature, the problem 0f course is that if we changed something in the past we may not be where we are now, and where we would be instead might not be as nice. So perhaps it’s good that we can’t change the past and all we can do is learn from it.
Well that’s enough rubbish from me, you have far more interesting things to do than read my mutterings, such as making a coffee and then tilting back the chair and have a doze. Come to think of it that’s a darn good idea, where is the kettle?…………………..