Don't you just fucking hate people that feel the need to insert themselves into your life with the sole purpose of making you want to reach for the hammer, or some other blunt object. They're everywhere, like a virus... It's like they were born and raised on the planet annoyance and sent to Earth.
That was the best exercise ever. I wrote down all my frustrations and then deleted it, I shouldn't be ranting on my Blog and so I won't. Well except for the first paragraph.
A lovely woman at work said last night that I should be proud of publishing a book at such a young age and it got me thinking. Is 27 a young age to be publishing a book? Especially in today's world were there are more resources for self publishing authors? I don't know. I know it's been a pain in the ass and a heavy learning curve, though I am proud. Too proud perhaps as I've been showing every possible person my book like an excited child with that toy that Nana bought him.
I think these last weeks have been a blur... All I've literally done, asides from work is work on my book. Knowing I'm on the final stretch, after three years. I feel like I've had nothing else to say, asides from the bloody thing. I do believe it's justified though to be honest. I mean what do we have to talk about with people? Jobs? I don't care enough about mine to EVER talk about it. Private lives? I don't care to air my laundry, dirty or otherwise in public. Hobbies? This book has taken over all mine. It really has been all consuming.
I guess I do have to apologise for constantly going on about it but if something had taken over your world, what else would you have to talk about? On the plus side, my personal Facebook page, was a stroke of genius if I say so myself :p I get more response and more people reading my little Blog, so thank you to all the new readers.
Even now, I tell myself I'm going to take a break from writing but I haven't! I mean, writing a book was on my bucket list as you all know. So why am I still writing? Because I fucking love it that's why! I feel the need to do it. It gives me purpose, makes me believe I'm doing something with my life. I crave anything that isn't ordinary.
So whilst your all here, I want to mention IT. Yes, that sequel. As you already know, the book that Eilis picked for me to write next is the sequel to Maybe, Misery. *The new readers collectively roll their eyes*
As did I when it was picked. I thought I had escaped from that world for a while. So I should explain a bit about it. It is not really a sequel. It simply expands on the world already created and hopefully improves upon it. It follows four main characters and continues to travel back and forth through its timeline. Which is a pain in the ass. I am enjoying writing it though and I know I won't release it unless I believe it's better than the first. Fuck that. I'm not falling for that sequel curse.
Well I've just realised how long this Blog is, well done if you read it all. Enjoy the remainder of the weekend and I'll see you on Tuesday... Unless something worth writing about happens tomorrow.
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