You’ve probably seen me somewhere. On a train, or maybe even a bus. I probably sat there with a pen and yellow notepad, writing away. Not having a care in the world.
Quite a cliché introduction.
Let’s simplify this.
I’m a writer. Well at least one in the simplest definition of the word.
I am bored.
And I am a thinker.
I have so many different and random thoughts in fact that it would be near impossible for me to write anything based on them to be published.
They are short bursts of consciousness that just whisper to me from time to time.
One thought in particular was to write a blog about my thoughts.
Let’s see if it was a good idea that I listened.