So here I am thinking that I should really, really write more. That I am thinking far too much about the writing bit without doing the doing bit that is writing itself. Had this book in my head for longer than I care to remember. So many notes, so many random notes, so many random notes that are now crumpled up pieces of paper residing in the bin next to my desk. Part of it is a 'life' thing, too much of it getting in the way. But that sounds like an excuse, even to me. So I better get on it.
An ongoing indictment of the internet in blog form.