"...I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion." - (On The Road - Jack Kerouac) Frustrated writer seeks inspiration and education in the art of story-writing and contact with like-minded individuals. GSOH...I think. I've always wanted to be a writer, from the days I could write with joined-up writing, and would take hours of my life up writing bonkers sci-fi stories about eyeballs from Neptune and the like. Somehow I ended up in a very uncreative profession and keep telling myself to fight against this destiny, even though I have (the dreaded) responsibilities. My most prolific period was when I lived in Dubai for a year. The link is to the blog I wrote while I was there. I keep threatening to turn it into a book.