Third

You know how it takes me a good few years to finish any of these little projects I have? And most of those years are spent being distracted, formulating the plan and having snacks, and the actual creating part is all done in about 2 evenings? Annoying that isn’t it. Let us consider ‘Gomorrah’, the musical about Sodom’s mate that I have been knocking about in my head for about 10 years. The plot is simple enough (if ever changing), but for some reason I just can’t find those couple evenings needed to get round to writing the damn thing.

And it’s that distraction that has been playing on my mind today. There’s perpetually a world of things pulling for attention, but - ah fuck it. I’m boring myself with this.

Last night I think I met a dog. We didn’t shake hands, but I think I met it.

What was I talking about? Distraction! That’s it. The main issue I seem to come across is a strong desire to have ideas and a lack of interest in following any through. I wonder if I can start an extremely niche style of writing which consists essentially of just jotting out rough notes of an idea and finishing saying “put that together somehow and hey presto, you got yourself a killer story”. Think I could get away with that? I reckon, with just the right amount of arrogance, I could convince people that’s a creative choice.

That’ll do.