Life is somewhat of a blur at the moment, I have many things to accomplish over the next 24 hours before my imminent departure to Sydney Aus. I have done the European trek many times so am well used to flying but not used to the long haul, so I may be out of sorts for a day or two. In order for me to gain purchase and defeat the book I am writing I need some away time, the hustle and bustle of business life in the UK plays a very negative part in the realms of creativity, so much so the project was in danger of stalling and even dying, something that i clearly couldn't allow to happen, as my passion is writing and I intend to push hard to get my voice heard. I have many good friends who have pushed me thus far, as i have very little self worth, I come from a family that would only use the word "love" to address something akin to a pint of beer or a beefburger.
It is difficult to stand out from the crowd and write. You have to be open to criticism and knock backs and be able to support your addiction financially if you wish to make something of it, unless of course you have a tale of wizards, in which case skip the work house and move directly to Park Lane and collect £200 million as you do!. My sights are not set that high as that is a phenomenon the likes of which we rarely see, but i would be lying if i didn't admit to having high hopes for my passionately written novel that depicts a life and times we are all too easily forgetting despite the fact it only spans the last two generations.
I wonder sometimes how i came to be writing, after all I am not an archetypal writer if there is such a thing, my extensive machinery and vehicle knowledge combined with a driving ability that covers every vehicle that has an engine and goes forwards and backwards known to man is hardly the background to a budding J K Rowling, but I am slowly coming to terms with it as are some of my more regular customers at work. I love the opportunity to stand and chat about writing but will rarely do the same about vehicles, so my heart has already been lost to literature in it's purest form, but there is not a day goes by where upon i am not wrenched from such wonderful descriptive enigmatic written accomplishments to go 'stick' my head under a truck bonnet and express an experienced opinion as to it's maladies, it's no wonder I am somewhat dazed and confused.
Am I unhappy in my skin therefore?, well actually yes I am and it surely cannot be a big surprise to learn that that is the case, in fact if the most menial written task was to land on my doorstep I would be feeding my passion in a heartbeat such is my hunger and determination to flourish and display the fruits writing alone can give it's creator.
So, for a while it is I and my laptop in Oz in a feeding frenzy for the written word, i can create, kill, love,laugh or even cry with characters that are under my control and beneficiary. It surely could never get better than that, apart obviously from great reviews and maybe even a pay cheque for my endeavours !
I had a busy day Saturday taking two of my friends to the church in order that they may marry, I put on my best bib and tucker and indeed enjoyed the experience, they truly made a wonderful couple. I do have to admit however to raising an eyebrow at the parting shot of the vicar, as obviously the participants had already been made over £500.00 lighter for the hire of the premises etc, when he declared that the roof was in need of some TLC and the church was trying to raise £70,000 to get it done and could we look favourably at the begging plate, sorry collection plate at the back of the church. I have to be honest I thought it was a bit damned cheeky to ask such a question on a bride's wonderful day but in these austere times i guess every shilling counts, whether it be unashamedly begged for while the church is full or donated from the Central Church funds or more likely Lottery money.
Mary and Robert on their happy day this Saturday.
As we get older it becomes more difficult to define happiness, in fact it is easily confused with contentment if one is not too careful. The word contentment is the stuff of my nightmares, I could not dare to be content for that would mean journey's end, the Golden Fleece, the elusive Unicorn, I would be left empty and dreamless and as such surely become a leviathan of my very own making, unless of course I actually do stumble upon that one thing that pulls my reigns and drops the anchor of the good ship DJ forever, as such utter contentment is easier to seek than it is to find, though the road is full of heartbreak I still hope and pray that it still waits for me.
I must leave you and organise my jobs and staff for this elongated amount of time I am away and praise them for all that they bring to me in work and comradeship, my staff are very important to me and as such must be nurtured and complimented in order that they do not forget their worth to us as a company, in short i am telling them that their contribution is immeasurable and i love what they do. What a pity i could not of heard that "L" word more often as a child, I may have already found my complete contentment but an unable to recognise it because I don't know what to look for.. now that would be sad.
Have a great week, I know I will though it will be definitely busy and different !
You see... I can look smart when it is required... though it is rarely for too long !
It is difficult to stand out from the crowd and write. You have to be open to criticism and knock backs and be able to support your addiction financially if you wish to make something of it, unless of course you have a tale of wizards, in which case skip the work house and move directly to Park Lane and collect £200 million as you do!. My sights are not set that high as that is a phenomenon the likes of which we rarely see, but i would be lying if i didn't admit to having high hopes for my passionately written novel that depicts a life and times we are all too easily forgetting despite the fact it only spans the last two generations.
I wonder sometimes how i came to be writing, after all I am not an archetypal writer if there is such a thing, my extensive machinery and vehicle knowledge combined with a driving ability that covers every vehicle that has an engine and goes forwards and backwards known to man is hardly the background to a budding J K Rowling, but I am slowly coming to terms with it as are some of my more regular customers at work. I love the opportunity to stand and chat about writing but will rarely do the same about vehicles, so my heart has already been lost to literature in it's purest form, but there is not a day goes by where upon i am not wrenched from such wonderful descriptive enigmatic written accomplishments to go 'stick' my head under a truck bonnet and express an experienced opinion as to it's maladies, it's no wonder I am somewhat dazed and confused.
Am I unhappy in my skin therefore?, well actually yes I am and it surely cannot be a big surprise to learn that that is the case, in fact if the most menial written task was to land on my doorstep I would be feeding my passion in a heartbeat such is my hunger and determination to flourish and display the fruits writing alone can give it's creator.
So, for a while it is I and my laptop in Oz in a feeding frenzy for the written word, i can create, kill, love,laugh or even cry with characters that are under my control and beneficiary. It surely could never get better than that, apart obviously from great reviews and maybe even a pay cheque for my endeavours !
I had a busy day Saturday taking two of my friends to the church in order that they may marry, I put on my best bib and tucker and indeed enjoyed the experience, they truly made a wonderful couple. I do have to admit however to raising an eyebrow at the parting shot of the vicar, as obviously the participants had already been made over £500.00 lighter for the hire of the premises etc, when he declared that the roof was in need of some TLC and the church was trying to raise £70,000 to get it done and could we look favourably at the begging plate, sorry collection plate at the back of the church. I have to be honest I thought it was a bit damned cheeky to ask such a question on a bride's wonderful day but in these austere times i guess every shilling counts, whether it be unashamedly begged for while the church is full or donated from the Central Church funds or more likely Lottery money.
As we get older it becomes more difficult to define happiness, in fact it is easily confused with contentment if one is not too careful. The word contentment is the stuff of my nightmares, I could not dare to be content for that would mean journey's end, the Golden Fleece, the elusive Unicorn, I would be left empty and dreamless and as such surely become a leviathan of my very own making, unless of course I actually do stumble upon that one thing that pulls my reigns and drops the anchor of the good ship DJ forever, as such utter contentment is easier to seek than it is to find, though the road is full of heartbreak I still hope and pray that it still waits for me.
I must leave you and organise my jobs and staff for this elongated amount of time I am away and praise them for all that they bring to me in work and comradeship, my staff are very important to me and as such must be nurtured and complimented in order that they do not forget their worth to us as a company, in short i am telling them that their contribution is immeasurable and i love what they do. What a pity i could not of heard that "L" word more often as a child, I may have already found my complete contentment but an unable to recognise it because I don't know what to look for.. now that would be sad.
Have a great week, I know I will though it will be definitely busy and different !
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