Notable absence

Once again I’m here to apologise, I have been neglecting my duties as a blogger.

What with the daughter’s birthday a couple of weeks ago and work commitments, I have been unable to get on and write to you, dear readers.

My work load has increased exponentially in the last couple of weeks and I have been so busy it’s ridiculous!  However, despite being hugely busy at work and at home, I have now decided to carry out a want of mine, that has been festering for some years.

I have always thought myself as somewhat proficient with the English language, compared to some people, and I also have a (partially) creative mind, so obviously I have always wanted to write a story.  I won’t say book because I doubt it will ever get that far, with me probably giving up halfway through, but I’m going to give it a go.

I have a basic outline of what the storyline will be and I have even thought about characters, so the foundations are there, I just need to get on with it.

The problem I have though is belief.  I write these things, poetry and the like, but don’t believe that they are any good or worth reading.  Don’t get me wrong, I am hugely appreciative of the few of you who have commented on my attempts at poetry, it is very kind.  I still don’t think anybody wants to read them!

With writing this story, I’m doing it for me, to see if I can actually create a complete writing project.  If anybody reads it and gains pleasure from it, that’s a bonus!

Anyway, enough with my fantasy world, I hope everybody is ok and I promise I will return shortly with something worth reading.

Thank you!

Wannabe Writer

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OK, I’m sorry…

An apology.

Again.

I know, I made all that effort last week to post regularly, all original stuff with hopefully just the right amount of sarcasm and humour, then I go and spoil it all by doing something stupid like forgetting.

No, not forgetting, not making the time.  It is not done out of malice or because of Alzeimers, I just have a very unorganised streak in me.  That and writers block.  I have all this information and stories etc. all stored in my head, but sit me in front of a keyboard and it’s like I’ve transformed into Peter Griffin.  But not as funny.

Aside from the ‘what the hell do I write’ moments, there has also been a small issue of football on the TV.  Obviously, the reason I am on here today to regale you with my words, is that England were knocked out yesterday.  I’m not bitter.  But at least it wasn’t by the hands of the Germans.

I don’t know who is going to win the Euros this year, probably Spain or Germany, but knew it wasn’t go to be England.  That’s not being unpatriotic, just ‘effing realistic.

I know this has not got anything to do with the family, but I have to mention it.  I may have to readjust the emphasis of this blog, so that it is not just focused on me and the little un(s) but just generally, me. 

Is that pretentious?!  Would anybody still read it?!