I’m watching the Six Nations rugby and Scotland are winning.
I know, right? Who thought I’d be saying that any time soon?
I feel alive just now. I’m all aflutter with pride and not just because of the game. Last night and this morning, I spoke to some amazing new people and though I do not live for validation of others, I’m always honoured when someone tells me that what I’ve written has impacted them positively.
Thank you so much for your kind words, and thank you so much for taking the time to say them.
I am but a young writer, and I am but one in millions. I often feel like a cliché, and worse, I feel like I’m a small fish in a big pond. To know that I’ve reached at least one person is an amazingly empowering feeling.
I hope that one of my friend’s reads this blog. He is, and always has been, a great inspiration to me. We have a strange relationship. We’re acutely synchronised, but we often miss the mark. A strange little oxymoron pair. If I know that I’m losing speed, or feeling down, I can go to him and he will bring me back to reality. He is encouragement, but he is grounding. I can trust him implicitly to let me know if I step out-of-bounds, or if I go crazy out of control.
I want to thank him for everything that he has done for me over the years. I know he will be great in life, and that if I ever make it, there will always be a part of that success which belongs to him.
I know this is quite sentimental, but sometimes you have to be. I often get lost in the chaos of my own thoughts. It’s nice to remember the people who come to find me, or who help to point me back on track.
I sat down this afternoon, with a book and a pen, and I started to write. I never really write on paper anymore, unless I’m travelling. I like to see word counts, and as I’ve mentioned previously, I like to start with a font. But this idea has taken me back to basics, and I know that I want to remember the feel of writing, and what it is to create something brand new. Like all writers, I’m not going to give away any grand secrets here, and I know I talk about my writing continuously without every showing you a jot (except for what I write in this here blog), but this does feel different.
I will tell you this: Archibald is probably the greatest character I’ve ever written, and I think we’re going to share some amazing adventures together. Maybe sometime soon, I’ll let you see him. For now, I’m heading back to my notebook.
Until next time!
Live Long and Prosper.