So, in the past week or two, I’ve seen Lost in Translation, the first episode of series 3 of Six Feet Under, and just tonight, Big Fish. I have left all three with the same lingering thought;

I really want to write.

I mean, I write on the small scale; the odd short story, the odd article, gibberish on here. But I’m sure that somewhere in me is a big story waiting to be told. I’ve got one, nearly; it’s been refining itself over a very long time and suddenly, a week or two ago, my brain took a most brilliant shortcut and the real workings of a plot emerged. I might start writing it quite soon - it’s that exciting. It just needs a little more research… as I always seem to say. Soon, though, I swear I’m going to get on with it. I’m running out of time to tell these stories with every day that passes.