The writer

It’s a beautiful thing being able to write. You can write anything; the first thing that comes into your mind, your hopes, your dreams or even the weekly shopping list. Where would we be without writing?
It’s weird how much easier it is to write than to talk. There may be a slight advantage being most of what you write is only read by yourself, or the beauty that is the ‘delete’ button, allowing you to re phrase everything.
Think back to all those love sick 18th/ 19th century men, who constantly swore by letter writing. It’s such a beautiful art and is sadly something that is very rarely done these days. We have all got lazy, turning to texts to supply conversations and information.
Right now for example I could write about anything in the world and to be honest, that’s a slightly scary thought. Personally I’m one of these people who likes to be told what do, I love plans and am god of ‘writing lists’.
I could write about the ridiculous amount of pizza the girls and I brought last night, how I decided not to go with drunken texting on Thursday (due to previous banana incident!) and decided to actually talk to the guy; only resulting in a very humiliating text the following morning apologising for the marriage proposal, the constant Harry Potter commentary and terrible rendition of Alice Coopers ‘poison’.
Either way, there is a lot one can write about and it is never a good thing if your indecisive. So there you have it writing about writing. How to kill time and brainstorm what to what for the next blog…