As these teenage dreams and nightmares…

…start to fade away, I’d like to wish you all a happy new year and hope you had a good festive period, whatever you were doing. I hate the new year. The mas holiday is lovely for me because I can just chill and read and stay in bed til 12 and play on the internet and go shopping. Then the 2nd of January comes around and its time to leave it all behind and snap into attention like a lean racehorse, with two weeks worth of work to catch up on. Back to reality, back to praying I can hang on to this job for another year. Waiting to see what awful things are going to happen to me this year. Oh goody.   

I’m going to be 20 in 18 days. It’s time to stop fucking around and get on with the rest of my life. I may not ever be as good a writer or as famous a writer as Stephen King or Neil Gaiman but so help me, I’m not going to find out if I spend the rest of my life sitting about watching David Firth films. I can’t do anything else, can’t paint, photoshop or animate stuff. Can’t act either.

Watch this space. I’m working on some new material (some of which hopefully will be unshit enough to submit to a few webzines or something) and than I will be back to kick all your arses!! HA!

Here’s to 2008. I have no idea where I’m going to be by the end of it, but that’s all part of the fun isn’t it, Doctor? Who knows, maybe the good things will outweigh the bad this year! Funny how you get really exciting years and really boring years and the good and bad stuff always seems to even out. 2007 was too much for anyone from my POV. Way too much was going on. I loved the medium rare steak, but I didn’t care for the tequila (both of which I had for the first time this year). Let’s have a nice quiet year, with no shitty relationships or losing of jobs, or people dying, or being promoted (rough with the smooth and all that….), so I can concentrate on taking over the universe.

Good luck this year, dudes. Love you all.

My Creative Licence

Life is just too damn short to not be egocentric. That’s it. That’s all I have to say. The only way to be completely original and groundbreaking is to be completely yourself, all the time. I suppose that includes the endless lying on my bed watching Peep Show DVD’s and reading like a fury because I’m so flipping scared of doing any writing in case I turn out to not be as good at it as I thought I was. I’m not that good at writing. I could be, but I don’t do enough to improve, and every day that I don’t write, I get worse.

Henry has posted a lovely comment on this site (just a baby and it already has so many friends!) saying that, just by writing a blog, I was writing. It’s like a lot of things I’ve read but never taken a lot of notice of – it doesn’t matter if you write shit, as long as you keep writing. Even this, even a diary in a scrubby notebook is something. This is the only thing I was ever really good at. I love acting, but I’m not really that good at it. For me, it’s more the kick that I get out of being on a stage in front of people. I just like to be admired and told how wonderful I am. All the world’s a stage! (Shakey! You’re out of copyright now, so I can use whatever the hell I like.) I’m going to be totally honest with you – I’m slightly drunk. And it’s Monday tomorrow.

But hey! Look at me! I’m writing again! I’m so happy.

(Um, does anyone know how to change the size of the type in WordPress? I know it can be done, I just don’t know how…)

Story of my life…

How you uh, how you comin’ on that novel you’re working on? Huh? Gotta a big, uh, big stack of papers there? Gotta, gotta nice litte story you’re working on there? Your big novel you’ve been working on for 3 years? Huh? Gotta, gotta compelling protaganist? Yeah? Gotta obstacle for him to overcome? Huh? Gotta story brewing there? Working on, working on that for quite some time? Huh? (voice getting higher pitched) Yea, talking about that 3 years ago. Been working on that the whole time? Nice little narrative? Beginning, middle, and end? Some friends become enemies, some enemies become friends? At the end your main character is richer from the experience? Yeah? Yeah? (voice returns to normal) No, no, you deserve some time off.

 

 

 

 

Thanks, Stewie. The above quote is possibly the only thirty seconds of Family Guy that I hate. I can’t help having the motivation of a dead slug. It’s just the way I am. Poems and stories are pending. My head is so bonged up at the moment and I don’t have time. I’m sorry. I’m hoping to sort myself out. If I don’t do it by the end of the year I probably won’t so I’m going to have to try.