Soon to follow the dawning of the trip...

Touching down...

Hello...is there anybody out there..?

I've been traveling Australia for several months now hoping to have an epiphany. I think it may have occurred or it might have just been a pithy mandarin. I want to write, ideally to the point where I can live off it like a cactus in the desert. With this endeavour in mind I have been writing a journal of my escapades since leaving Londinium - the throbbing heart of that there dear Blighty and into the swelter skelter of an existence down under.

A fantasist, the journal is a turning, twisting, bolting corkscrew steeped with raw & candid emotion, admissions, ideas, ideals and sexual appeals. As it is - it is a mess, disordered chaos much like my mind. Readable in places whilst cringe-worthy too.

Everyone I meet I tell tale of book writing business and it has been met with lots of enthusiasm. Many have asked for a copy of the finished article which I plan to complete on my return. Others have suggested I write a blog as I go - I thought I'd give it a bash, wot harm?

The idea at present is to use this modern, newfangled concept as a working rough edit...hopefully gleaning constructive criticism from anyone bothered to read it...