It's Tuesday.
Its 13:00 hours.
I'm sitting downstairs on my cold, leather couch. In my dressing gown.
It's raining outside. Not like cute rain. Like heavy, grey, soaking wet, horrible rain.
I've got the ' Tuesday Blue's.'
August....Pfft. Yeah right.
Anyway, on to more pressing matters.
I had a read through this blog the other day and realised that my original vision to create a portfolio of work which would have a certain amount of journalistic credit, has somehow become a distant memory.
So what did I do? Felt sad for a while, felt like a failure for 2 minutes and then decided to make a new blog.
Yeah I know? Blogaholic.
Anyway, I am going to keep this blog as I do still need a page to scribble my everyday musings about life.
My new blog, however, is a simple page - no embellishments. Just my work. Work that I produced whilst at uni, but also work that I have written over the last few days.
Nothing major and ( in my own cynical view) not that good but don't forget I am attempting to get back into writing from a bit of a break.
I also, quite strangely discovered this whilst lying in bed last night, found my niche.
I loved writing features whilst at uni, I like writing things with a bit of emotion put into them rather than a straight forward piece of reporting on a subject.
I like to, not only give my opinion, but to put a little bit of raw emotion into my pieces. To, hopefully, make people think, question and argue.
Maybe this is my market?
I did love the idea of music, but my tastes expand so far and wide that I'd never have an audience. I doubt people who love a little bit of Adele would also listen to a bit of Tarkan, Valeriya or Aventura.
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh............. Nearly forgot to put a link to my blog.
Here it is. Enjoy.
scribblingsonapostcard.blogspot.com
Its 13:00 hours.
I'm sitting downstairs on my cold, leather couch. In my dressing gown.
It's raining outside. Not like cute rain. Like heavy, grey, soaking wet, horrible rain.
I've got the ' Tuesday Blue's.'
August....Pfft. Yeah right.
Anyway, on to more pressing matters.
I had a read through this blog the other day and realised that my original vision to create a portfolio of work which would have a certain amount of journalistic credit, has somehow become a distant memory.
So what did I do? Felt sad for a while, felt like a failure for 2 minutes and then decided to make a new blog.
Yeah I know? Blogaholic.
Anyway, I am going to keep this blog as I do still need a page to scribble my everyday musings about life.
My new blog, however, is a simple page - no embellishments. Just my work. Work that I produced whilst at uni, but also work that I have written over the last few days.
Nothing major and ( in my own cynical view) not that good but don't forget I am attempting to get back into writing from a bit of a break.
I also, quite strangely discovered this whilst lying in bed last night, found my niche.
I loved writing features whilst at uni, I like writing things with a bit of emotion put into them rather than a straight forward piece of reporting on a subject.
I like to, not only give my opinion, but to put a little bit of raw emotion into my pieces. To, hopefully, make people think, question and argue.
Maybe this is my market?
I did love the idea of music, but my tastes expand so far and wide that I'd never have an audience. I doubt people who love a little bit of Adele would also listen to a bit of Tarkan, Valeriya or Aventura.
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh............. Nearly forgot to put a link to my blog.
Here it is. Enjoy.
scribblingsonapostcard.blogspot.com
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