Work gets in the way
I was angry today. I had planned to do some writing at work but, most inconveniently, I couldn’t. Why? I hear you ask. Well, because bloody people kept giving me things to do.
Of all the selfish acts. People giving me work while I was at work. I can’t think of anything more base. So no writing today. You can thank my employer if the new Crime and Punishment doesn’t come from my pen as I bet Dostoyevsky never had to put up with this.
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This is what we do
What with this being the first day of my new blog I’m going to go for it and write another post. What the hell! rock and roll.
I write. Or at least I try to write. I have a few things holding me back which I will outline using the art of bullet points:
- Children – There are two of them. They run around my legs. They ask me questions when I’m at my computer. They sometimes put food on it. They smile at me with smiles that are undeniably angelic. They tempt me with their fun ways. The truth is I like playing with them. Children are fun.
- Woman – She doesn’t really deserve to be in this list but I feel I must blame her for something.
- Work – Ah, the tyranny of the office job. I seriously think I would be as good as Tolstoy if I didn’t have to go to work everyday.
- West Ham United – I like football. I read nonsense on football websites such as Kumb.com.
- Wire (the) – This programme is unreal. I love it. It has taken over my life but, more importantly, it begins with ‘W’ as does three other things in this list.
- Myself – I am lazy. I love writing but I don’t do much. That’s something I need to overcome. I don’t know if Dickens suffered from this. I don’t think he did.
Ok, Bullets points over. I have written short stories that I may link to on here if I become braver. We’ll see.
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This is going to make me cringe
The first post is always a struggle. I started a blog before and I got bored. It’s a shame becuase it started off brilliantly and I think it could have gone on to rival the Bible in terms of popularity but it just fell short. Shame.
Anyway, this is great. I feel empowered with every cringeworthy word I write. The problem is I don’t value my opinion above everyone else’s. I’m just a human being, albeit a very handsome one.
Let me say something cultural: I’m currently reading Tropic of Cancer by Henry Miller. It’s a filthy book. Famous for its use of the C word. Anyway, that’s enough culture for one day.
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