It is only five days until next I venture back into the writers' den.
And I have no idea what I'm doing.
It used to be so easy. Wrapped in a youthful, meloncholy candlight I would scrawl and draft and (barely) edit until what I had on those hand-written pages resembled a Stephen King novel, or a Tarantino screenplay. It was only when I realised - perhaps a little later than most - that originality was the key to an interesting piece of fiction that things started getting complicated.
Today, in the campus shop, one of the women behind the counter said to her colleague, 'Money doesn't make the world go around, but it helps.'
Well, I suppose the same is true of good, creative ideas.
They're not always essential.
But they certainly take the sting out of being boring.
Peace and Plagiarism,