I guess that one of the most important things an aspiring writer needs to do is to get into the habit of writing. This seems a fairly logical thought to have, but that depends heavily on one's definition of writing. Scribbling text-speak peppered comments in Facebook updates or attempting to string together one or two semi-coherent sentences with one eye on the endless repeats of Last of the Summer Wine can't strictly be classified as a serious attempt to win over the literary world.
With one book currently seeking a home and a second one struggling for attention while its caregiver is constantly distracted by the need to steal cars and joyride through the streets of Liberty City or, damn it all, actually go to work for a living, structuring any serious kind of written output into my life is becoming the equivalent of trying to explain to a ten-year old that there is more to life than a PS3. Maybe that's because I haven't figured out myself what that 'more' is yet, but anyway...
This is my first step in what is hopefully the right direction. I'd like the second book to be produced in a slightly shorter time span than the first (which took five years) which means that some structure is, inevitably...er...inevitable. Hopefully I won't bore everyone to death and will manage to create something at least passably interesting on a fairly regular basis that won't have people suing me for loss of earning power due to brain death.
Will this classify me as a writer? Probably not...but it will help to salve my conscience that I've written something today, even if it is simply a scathing attack on Tesco's shortage of parsnips.
