Another chapter on my journey through life has closed. Time to begin, again.
I had hoped to carve out a writing career for myself, maybe as a motorsport writer. But, what I deemed to be only a small error of judgement, was, in fact, a much bigger problem to the powers that be.
I could have fought my corner, spent hours trying to justify myself, but when it came down to it, I had neither the time nor the energy to fight. It was unpaid work, formulaic and lacking in any creativity, so I kind of knew that I would take the easy way out.
And so, now, I find myself putting all of my energy into finding a regular job, something that can keep me in gainful employment for the foreseeable future.
I will continue to write about cars and bikes and places and things, but it will be for my consumption and aid in developing my writing skills.
For a few years now, I have been seriously considering writing a novel. I have the rough idea of a story in my mind; I need to find the time to “flesh-it-out”.
I should make a start on a first draft. Just start to write the story, let others read it and have them help me to organise it.
This could be the turning point in my life. I turn 50 next month, and I have less than £100 in the bank to last me until the end of the month. One wrong move and fate will take a massive bite out of my arse and send me into a tailspin that could prove very difficult to get over.
Anyway, that’s all I have to say about that for today; it is time for me to head out to the shop for a few bits before I head to school to collect my son.
Until next time, adieu.