Pipe Dream
Noun
- An unassailable or fanciful hope or scheme
Like many people my age I spend most of my day working a steady nine-to-five. I relax in the evenings, exercise when I can and try to get at least 7 hours of sleep. Like many people my age I don’t particularly mind my job. It can be stressful and tough but at least the days pass by quickly. I use the money earned in the week to enjoy my weekends. Like many people my age I am content, I am happy and I am comfortable. I am also a little restless. Not unhappy, just a little fidgety. I need a pipe dream.
There is an in built existential oddity about my generation. We are a group defined by rising house prices, the threat of climate change and a crippling reliance on smart phones. We have information thrown at us like coins slung at a medieval prostitute and while we yearn for safety and belonging, we are presented with a world of dazzling celebrity every time we put our hands in our pockets. What we live and what we see are extremely different, so we will feel that there must be more to life.
Well not anymore for me. I’ve been given a notepad for Christmas.
In fact, I’ve been given two. Those, plus Stephen King’s ‘On Writing’. While I am fairly new to writing I have been yapping at my friends and family about it for a good few years, so this Christmas I was easy to buy for.
I am a happy but restless 25-year-old with a steady nine-to-five and a pipe dream. I want to be a good writer.
Welcome to my blog. Here I intend to record the many trials and tribulations I will face in my efforts to become a good writer. After a couple of badly written screenplays, a children’s book and a short story about a dog, I have decided its about time to give it a proper whack! My aim is not to be a multi millionaire, but I feel like I can get published. I will describe my struggles, my rejections, my great ideas, my garbage ideas and what it is like to try balancing writing with an already hectic schedule.
I was a great little writer as a child. My fat little fingers would whip out some wonderful stories about aliens and fart planes (planes that fart to fly) and somewhere along the line I let the writing go. Its time I tried again. The ideas never stopped coming, but I could never really be arsed to put pen to paper. Well now I have two notepads and I work in an office where I can easily get pens. One notepad I will carry on my person and the other I will keep by the side of my bed. Now just to fill them.
“A person is a fool to become a writer. His only compensation is absolute freedom. He has no master except his own soul, and that, I am sure, is why he does it”
- Roald Dahl
I Want To Be A Writer 