Yes, I've finally decided to start sharing as people tell me I have much to give.
Its a rainy day in Auckland and I've just put the final virtual marks on a book I'm writing. I set myself the task of finishing it about a year ago and while its now finished, goodness knows what I do now, its with a sense of accomplishment somewhat tempered that I look upon it now. Its probably not the book I would write today if I had the chance so why did I start it so long ago and why did I feel such a compelling desire to finish it. Even though it may never go past being words on my screen, why did I have to put that last dot, why did it have to say "The End"?
I've been mulling that over for some time and I look back on such a chequered history with many a thing left outstanding. Its time perhaps to write a book on my life, to share with the world, or anyone that may want to know, what it is that has consumed me for so long.
As a individual I'm laid back, relaxed about most things, easy to get on with and people often comment that I'm slow to anger, if at all. I'm also a deep and intensely sexual person, seeking a regular thrill when life can be so mundane and boring. I've not really been a monogamous person because my partners have not had the same zest for sex that I have, but in the right company monogamy comes easily to me. I form bonds easily and I dont share well.
So Sunday is whipping past with me sitting in my appartment, contemplating life and thinking about walking to the shop for a paper. Do I really want to read it, or just do the crossword :-)
