Is this an embryonic midlife crisis? Only time will tell. I've taken up running and cycling. I have started brewing my own beer and my 21 year old self would be astounded by how much gardening I do now. But I work and have two kids, so any new activities have to be low cost (or free!) and not overly time thirsty, so here lies a blog. And why not? Someone I know likes to use the West Wing line about forgetting about coming late to the party and embracing the fact they they came at all. Well in blogging terms I arrive after even him.
I'm not a writer. Never have been. Or maybe I'm just a little lazy. But I'd like to try, and either way, I thought the best way to do something about that was to write, err, something. (You see? Maybe I'm not lazy and just can't write...) But here it is, direct from my brain to your eyes. And you can't unsee it.
I'm still very unclear what I'm actualy going to write about. (In fact I'm astounded how much I've typed already. This was supposed to be a quick hit. Yet still I type). I'm inspired by the 'Turn to 400' guy and his re-reading of the Fighting Fantasy novels of his youth. I'd love to do something like that. Maybe with the Usborne Puzzle Adventures that I used to enjoy and that my son is now starting to read. That'd be fun. Re-reading 'Escape from Blood Castle' and trying to be amusing about it.
Or I might write about brewing beer, as I'm having a lot of fun doing it, (and enjoying the endpoint as well!), but for this first post I think I'll just let the words come out. Like lancing a boil.
Mmm. Pus.
Well that threw me right off for a bit there. Note to self, less similes. It disrupts the flow. Or is it an metaphor? See? I told you I'm not a writer. And what the hell is an analogy? As for allegory? Forgeddaboutit.
