A same day blog.

so, a same day blog... as i am guessing Daisy is the only one ever going to read this, the only person ever to have a slight interest, i wont bother to sound clever...as she knows i am not. Exactly 30 minutes, on the phone...exactly. That must mean something, somwhere along the lines... the conversation wasnt too shabby...just about the right information went in and the right came out. I love it when that happens. Its brilliant. so, its 10.40 and i am sat on my bed with a silent tv set on ITV1, The film Alexander doesnt look that brilliant. My computer is buzzing and tomorrow i have and early start tomorrow, well, early for me anyway...8.22 Train to Wrexham...then the minibus to errdig, should manage to get some structure into the day...i have ham cheese and tomato sandwhiches already made by me...hopefully i will enjoy them, they are the only thing i have so im sure i will... to bed for me.

As the tide goes out.

okay, so i am starting a' fresh. I need inspiration and all i seem to think about is: cuddles, money and beer. Frustration. The only way of creating something new is to get down to it. So, that is what i have decided to do. Im going to get down to it now, right now. In a second. I will produce something fantastic. A concept nobody has ever thought up before. AAAAND between the lines i will tell a story. The way that somebody communicates with you can often tell you the way forward for that conversation...so, i have been thinking, again...i cant quite write it down for myself but i know in this brain somewhere that if i keep writing and carry on, at some point i may get to it. I'm hoping you aren't too spiritless yet...

Right...so between a conversation there are words, there are smells there are always things that let your mind a' wander elsewhere. I have come to realise that what is there is there and what needs working on will take some time. Maybe i should take it slower. Okay, I think that all is well with two people having a chat but where is it going? What are the elements behind it all? The semanics. How much do we really care and is that what makes people wander off? Maybe its the fueling of toxins behind the conversation? Is that a good thing or not.. creativity can come from deep within, places in your mind you never really knew about... sometimes these things can make you smile, for a while at least. Sometimes they make conversation much more imaginitive. Sometimes you pick up on the little things. And its those little things, the ones you filter out that can build a relationship and its foundations. Memories. Little, silly things can be more memorable. I will skim the surface. Marmite, just one of those little things you dont think about really until you smell it, until you really get up close. Bite, bite away at those little things, paint the town with marmite and paint the town with words. Just to remember something so small can make one more person just that little bit happier. Once the tide has gone out and the sand is dry, you can feel it through your fingers, smell the air. Breathe it all in. Take a moment and sit for a while. Love with what you have and get on.