Once again  it has been a while since I posted to my journal and as ‘Fall’ arrives with all it’s colours I decided it was about time to write something here for all those unsuspecting people who according to ‘Google Analytics’ keep looking at my website.

So what has happened over the last of the late summer that has befallen the UK? Well friends have been married and begin new lives, engagement  and babies are arriving with each new marriage and new eras are beginning all around me.  OK, yes I am thirty-something and friends who I still see with air of early twenties are taking another step into adulthood. But this is no bad thing and it comes with lots of smiles. I hope they all will be happy.

As for me, I am still in that period of change that came up about this time last year and is still ongoing. Job interviews on the horizon (one tomorrow) and with luck I can finally start to plan abit further ahead than 6 months, maybe a snowboarding holiday or Alaska even and look at where I want to be in a few years.

My recent projects have been heavily impacted from job applications and a couple of freelance web jobs for clients and their new maritime business ventures.  On my Imagine Tales website of short stories I have finished the five part story ‘The Grass‘. This tale was started many years ago and it sat going stale with no direction.  At the time I wanted to write of demons, I think I may of recently watched ‘Trainspotting‘ judging by the main characters addiction issues and was still heavily indulgent in ‘Hellraiser‘. But I really enjoyed coming back to this tale now that I want to take my wiriting more seriously.  One of the things I enjoy about posting upto the website on a regular basis is that it forces me to write and lets it flow with ease. I don’t have the time to revise and revise and rewrite, so what you get is whilst given some edit treatment, it is pretty raw still. Even I am often not sure how the story will develop until I sit down in from the of the computer and reread the last part for inspiration to carry on the tale.

Prior to the ‘The Grass‘ I had written the ‘The School‘, a short story based on a dream that occurred last year, I rather manic time and one I wanted to escape and in which this tale highlights with alot of description. Dreams are funny things, some can be harrowing and leave you out of sorts for the new day, but then others leave you peaceful and calm. You have travelled and seen wonders, felt peace and all without leaving your bed.

Anyway one must depart now and begin to think about that job interview tomorrow. Put aside those to be written stories of home furnishing stores of Hell and stealing time.  Till next time my little minions.