Unicorn Skulls

I have taken the first step and contacted my company's Open Learning office to see if they can get me on a creative writing course in September. Chances are I may be travelling not long after then - god willing - but I figured I can take my work on holiday with us and use the scenery, locals and culture to inspire me. It would be great to write a travel novel, kind of like Are You Experienced? or The Beach .

Sorry folks for banging on and on about my writing aspirations lately, I feel as though I am at the crossroads of life and I have to decide which route to take. Do I stick on the dependable path, stay at home, stay in this job, become a husk of my former self, lose my edge and bore my friends half to death because I've lost my sense of humour and will to live? Or do I jack it all in, grow my hair to my ankles, learn to dance, learn to write, learn to live again, do some volunteer work, adopt a Japanese baby and become the person everyone wants to be around?

Tough choice, eh?

I really really want to do this. I want to come up with great things to write about and share them with you - and I will, when I am ready.

I finished The Night Buffalo last night and I felt sad, it was my closest friend for a day and a half, whilst I devoured it from cover to cover. My newest friend is Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World - I'm just one chapter in and the sweet poetry of Murakami has already grabbed me by the throat.