Becoming a Writer

There has as yet been nothing to leave my fingertips that is worthy of publishing and reading by the general book-buying public.

I intend to change this.

Maybe I'll let you in on it, maybe I won't. It's my new-year's resolution, starting a few months early. Best to get a head start on these things, right? Being in this pool of talent where it is dealt with apathetically makes me want to break out and be active with what I can do.

Some people can write, so they write; some people can write, so they wait until they have an idea, and some people have to write before the idea comes or they'll never write anything. This blog deals with my aspects of the latter.

Here's to getting ideas and writing them.
Sq.

Are you still there, Or have you moved away? I would love to go back to the Old House..

I returned home from university last weekend.

Stepping onto the platform, breathing steam in the gold-lighted night air, I was greeted by an announcement voiced with a thick regional accent. The accent of my very own region; it was the perfect welcome home. Then, driving through the black country roads as my family nattered to and around me.

We arrived home, to the original home where it all started and continues. There was a new welcome mat, new bowl, new soap in the bathroom. Tiny details that highlight how I have fallen out of step with the rhythm of my house.

Despite the tiny hitches the house remained mainly the same. A haven of soft materials and textures, mouth-watering scents and the sound of the wind whistling down into the hearth.

It made me miss home, it made me happy to have it all.
Sq.