In the beginning...

So here it is, my annual attempt to finally use that creative writing part of my degree. Ive said to myself many times this year I will write a book, this is the year i'll make my way to fame and fortune with my first publication. It's been three years since I graduated and I have yet to write more than a few pages which I know will never escape my hard drive.
Even trying to write this now, I find myself questioning every tap of the keys, every thought that is spilled out onto the page. I find myself questioning my justification of a degree. English is one of those subjects that you teach, you don't do. Creative Writing is a way of getting out of some hard core grammar classes and having a chance to dos about with your mates and call it creative brainstorming. I wish someone would have told me when I applied to do English with Creative Writing that one day I would graduate and have to come to terms with that fact that the only thing you can do with this expensive waste of time is teach. I am not a teacher. I know this, and despite my more poilte friends, they probably know it too. No, I decided to do the crazy thing that most feminists would wet their frilly knickers at, I follwed my heart and they boy I love to the Lake District and have set up camp here for the past three years.So five months into this crazy adventure I find myself in a flat I don't like with a job I didn't want and a car that was trying to kill me on a daily basis. I like to think a couple years of perspective did the job of numbing the pain from that period of time, but it didn't. It really didn't. To top it all off, by the time I moved out of, from what will now be referred to as, The Flat from Hell, that had also robbed me of most of my life. Read that as the damp in the tiny little flat was so bad it had infiltrated my already weak lungs and had put me in hospital on a monthly basis. But I think I've jumped the gun a little bit, I should really start this whole thing when I thought my life had actually begun. No, not when I was born, that's boring. I fancy starting this whole thing (by the way - this whole thing has yet to be defined as anything but thoughts) at the tender age of 16. I find myself looking back to the height of my hormonic years with wonder and longing. Don't ask me why, I am hoping the writing will do what it's supposed to do and take on a life of it's own and do the discovering for me. So here goes, ill post the site name on facebook and see what happens.