On the Precipice of Change

I have decided to start a blog. I know, I know - I'm a few years late at jumping on the bandwagon, but we all have to start somewhere, right?

I have spent my working life moving slowly from job to job, never really realising my potential and merely coasting along without racing up the career ladder as I had aspired to do when at school. I don't really have anyone else to blame, although I do a lot of finger-pointing until it sinks in that I am the one responsible for my actions. It really is something we all have to make peace with; when dealing with regret and what ifs, it is always - and I mean always - down to the choice maker (that's you). Not those that could be construed as an influence on the decision, nor actions or events that resulted in the decision being made. It is all your fault! Just deal with it, and move on.

So, I now want to make a change. 30 is grinning at my maniacally from its perch, about to descend on me and wither my already waning bones. My achievements are too few to mention, and my goals that I made as an impressionable (and slightly naive) youngster have drowned in the abyss of wrong choices (my fault - see above). However, I have found that I enjoy some creative writing. A bit of escapism, an oulet to channel my vast meager energies, a chance for some praise and recognition. In any case, it is what I want to do. I have written a few short stories, and have started a longer story (not sure how long yet), but the main aim is to see my name in print.

This blog is going to follow my journey. Wish me luck.