Got the blug

Welcome to the first entry in my soon to be out-of-date blog.

A friend of mine recently asked me whether I had ever thought about writing a blog. I said, 'Yes I have, but I don't want to turn into a bell-end waving tosspot.' But then it dawned on me, I'd been a bell-end waving tosspot since I proclaimed that I wanted to be a writer. How could I be more annoying? The answer was simple: blog, I must blog. So here I am, waffling about nothing and apologising for it at the same time. Making light of something profound in order to stem the tears when failure clips its gnashers to my piles. There I go again. You must forgive me, my one sweet reader. Perhaps you came across the site searching for fantasy pottery. Again, you must forgive me, there's little of that here.

In a bored moment at work, I thought I would blog to record my attempt at becoming a writer. My ambition for this year is to work my nut-sack to shreds and finally - finally! - get a first draft of 'the' novel done. So come join me as I charge forward.

'I believe that children are the future'