The Beast.

I once tried to write a book when I was twelve. It remains unfinished, banished to the depths of my parent’s garage for the mice to contend with, so I have decided to try again.

Today I have entered the research phase of my newest project, which at the moment I shall call The Beast. This has nothing whatsoever to do with the storyline, but more the general presence of such a venture, as I am sure it’ll prove to be a troublesome little fellow indeed…

I shall be posting every now and again about the nature of The Beast, in the hope that in doing so I create some sort of webasphere pressure, and the words actually get written.

Wish me luck, come and join me if you’re a writer without a cause, or just send me your good vibes, I am going to need them.

Fingers crossed you can even read it one day.

P.S I hope you like my awesome notebook.

P.P.S – I do believe this must qualify for this week’s Daily Post Photo Challenge, as it’s a post filled with optimism… or stupidity, I can’t decide.

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Day 105.

As my eyelids fall this evening I shall hurry to wizardly worlds thanks to this new little bedtime reading gem, from the masterly quill of Ms Rowling… #100happydays #day105

Day 58.

In a bid to collate my chaotic collection of loose pages I have invested my pretty pennies in a journal of the leather bound kind. One day soon these loose thoughts will have transmogrified into something bookshelf worthy. And what publisher could possibly resist a manuscript written entirely in pink ink? #100happydays #day58

Who am I?

Some of the finest minds this world has ever known have deliberated their existence for eons and never settled on a satisfactory conclusion. My brain could ponder for just as long and never master the art of knowing who I am, so instead I am going to lead with who I want to be. If the world reeked of perfection I’d be juggling between script commissions, a best selling novel and a stack of magazine cut outs. At the moment I’d contentedly clutch at one of the three.

Day 34.

It might look like a chaotic compound of pencilled words on paper, but this is the evolving progress of something possibly great, hopefully entertaining and so help me satan just a touch decipherable. I dare not put a percentage on what possible progress is sprawled on this floor, but it’s more substantial than my pessimistic mind anticipated, ergo, happy thought of the day. Available in hardback in I don’t know how many years time. #100happydays #day34