Time

Seeing as blogging is quite an intimate, confessional form of writing, I hope you won’t mind me saying a little about me. I am, like millions of others at the moment, unemployed. I am living in the room in my parents’ house where I grew up. It’s kind of mad here – my sister is back home at the moment too and our good friend Emma is living here as well. And two cats. And Mum and Dad.

They’re all being amazing and actively supporting me in my quest to become a (proper) writer even if I am being a bit antisocial and spending more time in front of a computer screen than at any other point in my life. It turns out that to try and be a writer, you have to jump through certain hoops – it is not, as I hoped for, an idle life - although it is at least sedentary.

But where is all the time? I have an endless list of things I should be doing but find myself instead sat here, offering my idle thoughts to an uncaring internet. Enough for now, no more procrastinating but I will leave you with a word from Douglas Adams, author of The Hitchiker’s Guide to the Galaxy who said: "I love deadlines. I love the whooshing noise they make as they go by."