Having nutured some sort of minor twitter addiction (hence the cause of my recent haitus), I’m on a mission to improve my attention span to the level required to maintain a full time blog. I apologise for alienating anyone through out this period. Sorry I appear to be metablogging.
Life at the moment appears to be a creative vacuum. I’m struggling against a creative block the size of the Berlin wall. I start new projects and never finish them. My hard drive is littered with the detritus of a thousand first pages to novels I will never, ever finish. My friends in comparison, zing . They have bright ideas and dreams. They build things and make things. What can be done?
Incidently, during the course of my blog haitus, I acquired a new residence. No longer am I forced to rely on the kindness of.. well friends actually. I have laminate flooring now. And throws on my sofa. Slowly, I become the sort of man who has sundried tomatoes in the cupboard and fresh pasta in the fridge. Is this a natural consequence of aging?