I've just been looking through my writing to-do list, and noticed a trend towards bleak titles. There's my embryonic novel, Forget Who I Am (more of a mission statement than a title), a poem titled Catwalking the Plank, another named Red Lie Disctrict, and a story named Tourist Trap (some context is needed to appreciate this one, it's about a sentient pile of clothes that preys on tourists staying at a relaxing lakesde cottage), and obviously the title of this blog (more shitty puns, yeah?). And that's just a sample.
Also, this is my new favourite song. It's fucking ace. I learned to play it, and now I can four-fret-stretch without any trouble. I guess that's how you get better at guitar, by playing songs you really love. In an ideal world (or at least one where everyone loves this music like I do) this would be my go-to campfire song. Man, it's been ages since I set stuff on fire.
So, yeah, I've been trying to be productive, but all of today's been spent learning to play Wishlist, so I've taken a break from writing anything. Tomorrow, I'm gonna do some more work. Maybe post poetry on here, or write some kind of review of something. I've been following Frankie Boyle's new show, I might give that a review.
Laters,
Nick
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