Here I am! Yes, another blogger who's been away for a looooooong time. Why is it we set up blogs, then leave them hanging so they become our dirty little secret? I'll tell you why: Because we can. But that's not all. More importantly. I realised today that I could write pretty much anything in this little space that is mine - and which has no mortgage, no lease, no bills, and all the rooms belong to me. Hoooray! And in thinking this, in realising that no-one's reading this, I also realised that, far from being lonely or feeling like a loser of any kind, I could, in fact, capitalise upon this...oh yes...not saying how yet. Suffice to say secret blogging will be the subject of a future novel. I say 'future' as I am well into the process of working on a double-hander. One is 'literary fiction' novel for submission for a little MA I'm studying at Manchester Metropolitan University, the other is an experimental first in a series of crime novels, which I will (boringly) upload to Amazon for all the Kindlators to download for pence. This is obviously not a new idea, and I'm sure the bubble will burst sometime soon, but it is proving to be fun, and I'm aiming to get it done and dusted by this time next month. The Kindle revolution rules!
But of course, I'm talking to myself, no-one's listening - I know all this already. I've become the voice inside my own head. Why do I need a blog to remind myself of what I'm actually doing? It's like a syndrome. I might invent a name for it, something snappy like: Irritable Blogger Syndrome, of Schitzoblogia. LOL.
But of course, I'm talking to myself, no-one's listening - I know all this already. I've become the voice inside my own head. Why do I need a blog to remind myself of what I'm actually doing? It's like a syndrome. I might invent a name for it, something snappy like: Irritable Blogger Syndrome, of Schitzoblogia. LOL.