Of Failed Writers and Failed non-Relationships

Yeah it probably seems far-fetched now. Me, a writer. Too lazy to fix spelling mistakes in my blog entries. With a vocabulary constantly diminishing. Constantly letting MS Word tell me how to form my sentences. Yeah all that and more... but not too long ago -- well 6 years doesn't seem that long ago if you're as old as I feel in all my 24years -- I seriously considered a future of writing.

I was a Business Management/Economics/Accounting/Math student and one of those was gonna be my fallback option if no one liked my writing. I had it all planned out. Short stories to while out the time waiting for the killer script that would make me famous -- at least within my circle of friends. I loved seeing my name in the newspaper on submitting short stories. I'd read George Sydney Abugri's "Letter to Jomo" and think.. "That could be me". Then I moved to the UK. I made myself busy with all things geeky and this is me now.

It's really not all bad though, because a very good friend of mine defines a failed writer as someone that wants to write but find themselves to be better at other things. I would have to adopt that tag since I seem to have done well with my interest in software development. I should order a new set of business cards that say: Faf, Business Analyst/Failed Writer. A bit like Matt Leblanc's character is an out-of-work actor in Friends.

So you dotHeads are asking, "Why this trip down memory lane?" Well how long have you got? Oh, you gotta go? I'll try to tell you in as few words as possible. Over the Bank Holiday period and the few days preceding it, I've been moving out from my place in Wood Green. Yah I know, I probably never mentioned but yeah I moved to Wood Green about 6months ago and now I'm moving head all the way out to the "East Endz".. Dagenham.

In all my disorganisation with moving I found some of my letters from back in school ... soppy love letters and all. From others. I don't do soppy!! Ok maybe I did once or twice but that's not the point. In all that mess, I found the rotting bones of a script that was never finished. My nieces had got their claws on it and inflicted a bit of damage but I didn't want to look too hard at it cos it embarrasses me to read anything older than a year from myself. I would've got a pen out to start correcting things. That and the fear that I probably was good for a 17yo Ghanaian boy and that I wouldn't cut it the grown up world I live in now.

So this is me resigning myself to things. I might not be a bad writer as I fear -- if i tried -- but I have to believe I will be a better at whatever I do in software development. So yeah I will be sticking to the tried and tested unless I win the lottery or better. That said, I'm gonna try to do some writing but will stick to short stories only. If none of them make it on to here, then you know my secret team of proof-readers and approvers have given it a proper thumbs down.

Sorry guys, nothing today on failed non-relationships.