Stuff and things
So what makes a good page turner then?
I don’t know? How should I know? I mean, I read the De Vinci Code once because everyone told me to and I thought it was awful. Really one of the worst written things I ever had the misfortune to set my eyes upon, but I read it, I turned the pages. I mean it was shit but it was a page turner.
This was the conversation I had with myself last night as I was dropping off to sleep. I had just got back from a holiday in Egypt (more on that later) and I had re-read some Bukowski and Fante and I was thinking how remarkable it was that Bukowski decided to write because he read Fante and how the original seed can grow and then spawn more seeds and these seeds can flourish too.
And then I thought that maybe I would write something. But who the hell would want to read it? And then I thought actually I don’t really care who wants to read it. I just need to write.
I want to write about things and stuff.
So here I am. Meandering around with things and stuff and trying to formulate some kind of structure. But I think that it is all here. The structure and the chaos. Trying to build structure out of chaos.
Here it is anyway.
My life
And stuff
And things.
