Come On Baby Light My Fire

I am always searching for my creative mojo - in art, in music, literature, film, in other people. But I think I've been looking in the wrong places. Of course inspiration comes from those things but ultimately it comes from within.

There is so much pleasure to be found in the mundane and the random. If you can see the funny side in most situations that can be inspiration enough.

I love to write but I honestly have no idea if I'm any good at it. I'd love to write pieces for magazines, maybe be a columnist or something. There's a column I always read in the Sundays, probably now more out of habit than enjoyment but, whatever, how wonderful to have a job like that!

Working to a deadline every week and reaping the rewards financially and creatively. Ok, so this particular column is pretty self-involved and all about the author's marriage problems but I'm sure I could find my niche! I envisage my style to be Victoria Wood meets Sarah Jessica Parker meets Quentin Crisp. How'd'ya like them apples?

I think it's the lead-up to my 30th birthday that has me questioning everything. So it's not until next year but I expected everything to different to the way it is now. For a start I thought I'd be ready to have babies and I'd possibly be married and I'd certainly envisaged a career - look at me now!

This isn't supposed to be a depressive post, I'm not down about the course my life has taken I think I'm just now beginning to realise that no-one can help me but me. So I'm going to get off my arse and start doing something about it now.

First stop a nice shiny new laptop because my PC has just literally died on me. M**therf**ker!