A book?

I’ve always wanted to write a book.

A lack of imagination or talent doesn’t help matters. I’ve mused on science fiction in the past – but it never did fit right with me.

I’m musing over events in my life at the moment and keep thinking of snatches that have the potential to be stories. Not anything particularly gripping – but I summised that if you take all of the moments in your life and expand them to the point they include the others involved, and all of the intricacies and threads that are woven into those lives… It boggles the mind.

So I’ve decided that if I can keep thinking the way I am at the moment, I could just do with a notepad, pen and a point of writing things down as I think of them. Maybe I’ll get lucky.