So, if you don’t know by now, I want to be a writer. I don’t care what kind; I just want to write and make a living out of it. The problem is, a lot of people say that and a lot of people fail. If fact, I think writing is and will continue to be the cliché of failed dreams. I don’t want to be one of those failures. It’s hard to make progress on this dream, though, when I’m working a full-time job and trying to save some money while I’m young.
I tend to have a very structured way of thinking of things. Even when I’m letting my creativity flow, I visualise my thoughts in lists or columns and put ideas down in logical order before mixing everything up again for dramatic flair. And from this logical way of thinking, I’ve come to love the art of list-making. A good list can solve all your problems. If you spend the time needed to compile a list properly, the largest of concepts can be broken down and tackled without the usual anxiety that comes with keeping your ideas bunched up in your head.
While researching the REAL ins and outs of blogging, prior to launching this baby of mine (REAL – not taught by the quirky tech-savvy character in my favourite crime-show), I’ve realised that just about everyone has a blog or a website of sorts and most of them have content which seems to roll from their keyboards to their page effortlessly. Meanwhile, here’s me, agonising over this first post –every word- thinking who the hell wants to read about me finding it difficult to find something to write about. Who the hell would land on this page and actually continue reading past this line.