This is the symbols my downfall at Christmas time, and Chocolate is it’s name. In this case Toblerone, but pretty much any chocolate really. There isn’t much I don’t like. People insist on buying it for me for Christmas and of course I can’t refuse it. That would be very rude of me. And of course have acquired said choccy, it must be eaten. The thought of throwing it away becomes unbearable. The trouble is, I have started getting back ache, and I know exactly what is cause it. I am putting on weight. What do I want – Chocolate or a pain free back (plus a smaller waste line). I’m afraid the chocolate must go.
I have banged on a fair bit about my writing a book. I usually say that having tried a creative writing course and have discovered that my ability to write fiction leaves an awful lot (no exaggeration here) to be desired I end up saying the book must be non-fiction.
Every so often, I take a look inside my brain, just to confirm that my thoughts on what type of book to write haven’t changed and today’s introspection has led me down the path of characterisation. We didn’t do very much of that on the course, we did talk about it and did have one exercise, but that was about it (no criticism of the course here, I would highly recommend it to anybody) Anyhow, that inward look caused a question; If I read a story that involved me, would I like my character?
I have to say that I will have to try this, I will write my character trying to be as honest about me as I can. There is a bit of a conflict of interest here, where I might paint myself as a positive person (actually, I think I am fairly positive). Let’s give it a go. Sadly I can’t see any circumstances under which I would make that public.