Well this is interesting. Here I am in cyberspace about to set down my words and its all a little bit overwhelming. And my a doesn't work properly. Mmm. What do I set out to do with this? I suppose it will degenerate into rants and general musings and probably a lot of blah that I'll tire with. We will see won't we?
Welcome to all. Welcome to anyone reading this. My name is Stelios and I am 37 years old even though I generally feel about fifteen. Today I have been writing. 1000 words that although enjoyable they aren't really going anywhere. I suspect I'll return to them but without a story, and believe me there is no story, they are just becoming poetic flourishes. Soap bubble ideas. Glimmering and fragile. Mere moments. Well I'm enjoying it so that's OK.
I'm intrigued by my ability to write. I've sat in front of computers for years. Sat in front of word hating that blank page with nothing to put on it but lately I've been churning them out and I'm liking it. Maybe there is something in here. Maybe the woman inspires me. I think that might be it. Quite possibly. She challenges and cajoles. Pushes me out of my cosy little rut. Pulls the duvet off my complacency.... god she can be infuriating.
My a is still playing up. I blame her. It was fine on Monday before she got her heavy, chubby little fingers on it. She clanks. Heavy, heavy typing. she bludgeons the words on to the page. Forces them out with feminist authority. This will be read! Right this is my first post. I will post it and check it out. There will be more.......
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