I’ve not written here in a while.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been writing – I’ve been working on the novels; and the comedy-drama series. I’ve been writing some other stuff that can only be filed under “Fan-Fiction” since that’s pretty much all they’ll ever be, just to get fanciful ideas out of my head so I can concentrate on the other stuff!
And I’ve been mulling it over as to what the heck I could blog about.
I’ve been racking my brains for something mundane and intricate; some profound insight into my hum-drum every day existence; since reading about a friend and his need for a new armchair . Why does such a need never occur to me to be something to write about?
And then … I realise that whilst pondering this lack of a subject, I am sat in the green room at the BBC studios; or in a converted diner-car bus on the back lot of what was formerly the set of the Starz TV series Da Vinci’s Demons.
I realise that what leads me to ponder my lack of published posts was a letter telling me my latest smear test came back as abnormal. What if I suddenly die and there’s nothing left behind on the inter-abyss to prove I could actually string a sentence together? I’ve spent a lifetime telling people I wanted to be a writer; but that wouldn’t be my legacy if I was gone tomorrow.
It hit me like a bus that I’ve been searching too hard for something to write about, when stuff has been staring me right in the face: I grew up on a cargo ship. I’ve been working as a TV extra. I’m in the process of dealing with a Cancer scare. Oh, and this Christmas I’ll be Mrs Claus again … now there’s four things to be getting on with.
And then there’s randomly connecting with interesting strangers on forums like Twitter – who knew that people still go prospecting in the wilds of the U.S.A? So, my ‘normal’ existence might not be so ‘normal’ to everyone, after all…
Let the rambling begin. Again.