Interlude

I wish somebody would have warned me. I wish there was a help-line. I wish I had read something but I didn't. So if (just in case) you ever get the urge, let me be the first to warn you.....blogging is addictive!

As far as I know, apart from a few friends and family, nobody may be reading this. Does that put me off writing? Does it heck! Do I think I'm a great writer? Hell NO! So what on earth am I doing this for? I have no idea but I can't stop.

To an extent it's cathartic and it does satisfy a desire to do something creative after an age of working in a mind numbingly, soul destroying environment where the most artistic thing I did in five years was approve recruitment ads' but it's not as if I was harbouring a secret desire to be the next Steinbeck or Hunter S Thompson.

The bit that's getting to me is that it has almost overtaken my entire thought process. "Would that be a interesting topic?" "That's a funny line" or "I've just gotta write something about THAT" have become my new raison d'etre.

You never know, another couple of weeks of this and the novelty may fade. I may start working on a proper money making scheme and not have the time or I might just run out of things I want to write about but until any of those happen I'll keep tapping away.

I might well award myself a B.A. though. Yup, that's right, founder member of Bloggers Anonymous.