Whilst on holiday last month, I tried to keep a diary.
A traditional, pen and pad diary. None of this typing crap.
Needless to say...I failed.
I've never been able to write about myself without trying to create a persona/adopt a voice more interesting/seemingly intelligent than my own.
In short, I'm a fraud.
Reality is not my forte.
That, and I like creating paragraphs unnecessarily...which is pretty hard to do on lined paper.
Anyway, once I realised that rambling on about clouds and my in-flight movie selection was far from interesting, I began to pen a short description of a slightly caricaturish version of a family that I may or may not know.
I'm being deliberately vague because the internet is annoyingly resourceful, which means that said family members may stumble upon this blog one day, and I don't want to offend any of them.
Anyway, the next post features the first few pages of the first bit of writing I've done in a LONG while.
So enjoy. Or don't.
Critique is welcome.
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