dreams

I've been doing a lot of thinking and reading lately. I find I've had more time on my hands now than ever before. I'm living in a little cacoon and for once my thoughts have been about me and I've kept theem to myself in this cacoon of mine. For a long time I had nothing to do except to read, write and think. I did't have the money and time to blog for hours on end trying to write something interesting. At some point I decided to call my writing in a journal "ink-blabbling", so I've been "ink-blabbling" my brains out on a daily basis. I thought that was one of the best ways for a young aspiring writer to kill time. If I'm planning to be the writer of novels, I might as well start by getting used to just writing. writing at random did inject some fun into my long days of lounging about in the not-yet-homely flat. I've collected three notebook journals for myself that serve different purposes, of course. One is for recording things that I must note, another is for random rambling on the spot and the other is for dreams, budgets, plans and, basically, mind-mapping. Quite fun though. Ever since I got this blog I've been wondering exactly what to do with it. I made a decision today. It's mine. It's free and it's opportunity to play around while I'm young. So, just as it is in my journal, this blog is the canvass on which I shall reflect. I reckon it's a good way to get practising and anyone who stumbles across the page may enjoy a good laugh or may frown and move on. Does it matter? Not yet.

I've been keeping record of my dreams lately and I figure I can collect them and use them to inspire me to write captivating tales and paint my mind down the page. The pen (and, I guess, the keyboard too, now) is my brush and I shall (try very very hard to) be its faithful student.