Hi and Happy New Year, folks, sorry, I've been away, but I've doing some thinking. I want to try this out on you. This year, I'm going try and be positive. One of my true passions is writing. But I've set myself a challenge, to write a fictional diary.
Well, here goes. I'm going to show you the opening to the diary.
TWENTY TWELVE (a fictional diary)
INTRODUCTION: TEN MINUTES TO TWENTY TWELVE
There's a hammering on my flat door. I'm half-asleep, trying to get to sleep. There's voices outside.
"Wake up in there, come and see in the New Year".
I sit up in bed and in the dark I wait. The hammering continues.
"Come on out and see in the New Year".
I stay put. The hammering's getting heavier and the voices louder.
"What's the matter with you?".
I'm not giving in to these over-optomistic thugs. I stagger to the radio in the front room, just in time to hear Big Ben start the cycle.
"Come out and see in the New Year". THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!
As the first bong sounds and the people cheer "Happy New Year", the voices shout, "Come out and see the fireworks", THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!, I've dropped off on the sofa. They keep shouting and hammering, but all this is to no avail. I am asleep at last.
What do you think? Let me know if you want more.
Until the next time
Big love
Chris
