Hummmmm...

I feel funny after finishing a fantastic book. It seems like these days the feeling I get after finishing an amazing piece of writing is more of inadequacy and jealousy than I'd like to admit. Though I'm going to need to be doing a lot of reading if I ever want to finish all of the books I'm currently buying. I'm going to use the words which the deputy head of my secondary school when I got caught cheating on all of my coursework 'I'm going to put it down to an over enthusiasm for wanting to doing well..'

I'd like to apologise for my lack of effort on the blogging front. I've been working really hard, that's it I promise. Just trying to hone my style, and learn how to channel my thoughts into something better than useless. This blog will reap the benefits one of these days, I hope.

I sat up writing till about 4am last night, and I haven't looked at it since, so either it's a fantastic idea, or a really poor one which my delirious state confused with brilliant. Either way, at least I frigging wrote something. The problem is, there isn't a lot of dialogue, and I know Russ thinks it's an integral part which every story needs to make it come to life. I prey he doesn't mark it. Unfortunately, I don't think dialogue would really work with it, because I'd like it to be interpreted in quite a few ways, and be used as a metaphor for something which happens in a lot of cultures. And as speech is pretty culturally specific, it makes it difficult. Of course, I could pick a culture, and allow it to still represent others in a looser way, which would make it more specific and give it more direction. But I don't think I want to do that. I like being vague :).

Now I've got to do the dishes. DAMN YOU CRUEL WORLD.