Well I think this writing thing is going to be harder than I expect. I don't know whether I have the patience to dedicate hours to it every day for a month. But maybe it's a good exercise. Well there's no maybe about it, it will be a great exercise. To be honest I'm quite interested to find out what's in this crazy old head of mine, it's a good way to get the shit out. The stream of consciousness thing is always a good cleanser isn't it? Sorts your head out for a bit, gets rid of all the erroneous rubbish that's lurking there. I have a few ideas about plot lines and narratives, I'm interested in getting them developed this month so I defintely know what I need to write about, then I can just bash through it, maybe with some random bits in between and thunder through some crazy thoughts etc. I know it's definitely going to be in the first person, and kinda quasi-autobiographical. I'm comfortable enough to say that I'm quite self-obsessed and it's the only way I think I'll be able to write 1700 words a day; write about myself. It's going to include two relationship threads with girls, a bit of band stuff and the theme of disappointment with adulthood. That is surely the thoughts that go through every twentysomething's head? I hope so, I don't want to be the only one.
I've just written a song. Well, I say just, I wrote the words at work in the week and then messed around with some chords yesterday. Tonight though, with the aid of a bottle of wine and an empty house, I put them together. It's sounding pretty dogger I must say, very 60's pop. I think it's the influence of listening to The Redwalls tonight and the new Rilo Kiley album, which I've been listening to all month. What a great album that is. They deserve to be mainstream, but I'm glad they're not. They have an interesting back story, a beautiful lead singer, great pop tunes and a good old sexy attitude. My favourites on the album, called Under the Blacklight incidentally, are '15' (which reminds me of Chris when I hear it), 'Smoke Detector', and 'Dejalo', which includes the line 'she sleeps on your left side, she gets nailed, I get tired. I sleep on your right side, 100 ways to kep love alive'. I fucking love them.
No plans for tonight. Most of the jocks are away at Saunders' stag do - 30 of them, and I wasn't invited. Fair enough. Chris and James aren't invited either, but they're out with their Mum and Dad tonight; they said they may get in touch later if they end up out on the town afterwards but I'm not holding my breath. I know only too well the effect that a large meal can have on one's night out libido. You never know though. So I'm getting drunk on my own. I've been watching a bit of Monty Python, and may try and find something else funny to watch. I'm satisfied that I've been creative tonight - writing that song and then getting involved with this. Finish off this bottle of wine and then start tackling some of the cans of Grolsche in the fridge - a noble task for the evening if ever there was one.
PS. Loving the attention at the moment dudes- keep it up!
PPS. Check out Sarah's blog on the left too - sorry I forgot it on the last post :)
3 comments:
Cheers for the plug dude! There's also my more-regular one bmtv.blogspot.com (hee!)
Oh, and you're most certainly not the only one! Keep typing, BM x
will your story end in tears? I got excited at the notion of writing some banned stuff then realised that I read it wrong and you were talking about being in a band, I didn't know you were musical.
I wrote a song about me; Colin Mills, Colin Mills, riding through the glen, Colin Mills Colin Mills, with his band of men..........
...... sucked them all off, wiped their cocks with a cloth! Colin Mills, Colin Mills, Colin Mills.
I finished it for you.
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