Been a while, hasn't it?
I've not updated this in nearly 22 months. That's an unimaginably long time to ignore something I've wanted to do so often.
There's a DeviantArt button on my bookmarks toolbar, it's there with Hotmail and Gmail and Facebook and others. I look at it every time I click on one of the others, or on an RSS feed. I've been meaning to write for ever, just never got round to it. It's hard to believe I'm actually typing on this site again. There's still a lot of green though, that's nice.
I'm rambling. That's a nice phrase. I guess the reason I'm typing this after so much time is that I never stopped wanting to write, or being fascinated by language or the way that we make use of it, the little things that people say and don't mean or mean and don't say. I've spent a huge amount of time thinking of things I want to write, but I've let it all become a soliloquy, rolling around in my head until something dislodges it and I forget it entirely. Some people keep a notebook by their bed, so that they can get down anything that they've dreamt or that occurs to them late at night, save it for the morning. These dreamers of the night have the right idea, I've been doing it wrong, dreaming during the day and letting it slide. It's time I started using what I've got; an urge to write and a modicum of skill to do it with.
I bought a book on creative writing last Thursday or Friday with a book token card I got for Christmas. It's the first time I've read something like that, I'd always just muddled along doing what I did haphazardly, it'll be good to see how others say it should be done, and the tips I pick up can't hurt. Not more than not writing for nearly two years has. It's a release, and I need a release really. In my first term at uni I wrote more than I had in a long time, mainly whiny little things I call a journal (partly 'cause of this site, partly because it sounds more manly that diary). I got through five of these little notebooks I bought in Muji (gotta love Japanese stuff. That brand has serious style). I'm on my last one, but I ordered some more (to be delivered - I go to uni in Liverpool, and their nearest store is in Manchester) and I'm going to start writing things in them which aren't true, and creatively writing the things which aren't so that they become entertaining, or at least worth telling.
I don't know how long it'll take me to have something to write here. I've got a lot of work to do for my course (Politics and History at Liverpool Hope University) which I've been avoiding. Five hundred words of a document response, two thousand on "How far do you agree that Parliaments have lost power over the 20th Century?" It' nice to have work again. I had to take a gap year, and I was overwhelmed with time. There was time enough for anything I wanted to do, and I mostly sat around and ate and thought too much. I do less of those two things now, I spent the last term becoming leaner (mentally and physically) and adjusting to the fact that I have to do things again. I've made a decent job of that, now it's time to start moving again, start doing things.
I'm a different person to the one who used to put up the odd bit of writing and whine too much in the journals. I'm the same person too. Funny that. I don't know when I'll update this next, but it'll be sooner rather than later. It'll definitely be sooner than this was, I'm not going away for two years again. I'm going to write again, and typing this has given me no excuse.
I don't even know if the people who watched me are still around on here (clearing my Aegean inbox is my next task, guess I'll see then) but I thought I'd let everyone, and myself, know that I'm going to write again.