I love writing. It’s something I used to do all the time, but when I started at Imagine I barely touched it outside of work. This year I’ve kind of come back to it full-swing, and I’m better for it.
From Where Stars Shine has reached the endpoint of the first draft now, and I’m whittling it down. It’s not a monster, only about 20,000 words, but if I edit it enough into a form that I’m happy with, I’ll probably submit it to the Pantechnicon anthology. Maybe. We’ll see how it goes.
Life’s pretty good at the moment. Actually, I love life right now.
I love being single. I love the fact that I can just go and have a pint whenever I like, that I make dinner for myself, that I can sit on the Xbox all Sunday or listen to music, or just relax and read if I want to and I’m not beholden to anyone else. I love practically living on my own. I love my home, and I love my chair I’ve just bought from Ikea along with the new light, sitting next to my overflowing bookcase that I know should be sorted out, but I just don’t want to. I love the fact that I can just wake up in the morning, get on the train to the city, have a fabulous lunch in a nice restaurant and go to a museum and a library in the afternoon.
I love eggs and palenta and blueberries and oranges for breakfast, and elaborate dinners that I really don’t have to make and don’t have anyone else to make for, but can just do it because I want to. I love my job, and I love being fucking awesome at my job.
I love getting text messages and phone calls from people about the latest hiccup in the saga of their relationships, and being able to think to myself ‘Hey man, you’ve got a wife or a fiancee or a kid now. Your choice.’ I love fandom, and I love losing myself in a fanfic for hours at a time.
It’s taken me a long time to get to this point after the disastrous break ups with various women, but I’ve realised that I don’t need anyone else to define me. I think I’m kinda awesome, without intent of conceit.
As if life, my friends. As if life.
Listening to: Dropkick Murphys – The Meanest Of Times
Currently watching: Gattaca
Currently reading: The Count Of Monte Cristo /Portkey.org Fanfic.
Good man!
I believe the real problem with relationships is this odd mindset that arguments and unhappiness are acceptable, and that being friends with your partner is weird and wrong.
People who bitch at me about their other halves are calmly told they clearly aren’t in love. That either makes them shout at me, or storm off in a huff. Either way, I’m right