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Much more of the same
Than you can ever explain
Call a doctor now

I started this blog at the end of February 2012, the 27th to be precise. Since then I have covered most things that have happened to me. It’s served to introduce me to a lot of people and ideas and things but like all good things it will eventually end. Stop crying.
I wanted to write a years worth of blogs and I’ve nearly done it. I know what I’ll do with it all after but still have some stuff to sort out in that regard.
The things writing every day has taught me are incredible, especially to someone who wants to be a writer. I can’t recommend it enough. It doesn’t matter how inane a thought or how dull a day, I write it down and there’s something to be gained from that.
Just write and see where it goes.

Sleep is so pleasant
When nothing is on your mind
How often is that?

I spent yesterday afternoon with my adorable little godson. He is such a little bundle of fun. His name is Toby and he’s so cheeky and funny and got such a sweet little personality. It’s so good to be able to be a part of his journey. He’s nearly two and he’s already caught up with me in terms of maturity. We both enjoy the swings and the slide and watching films and crushing up crisps and letting them drop on the floor.
That last one might just be him.

I think what I like about seeing him and spending time with him is that I knew his parents before they were together and before they were married and before they thought of even having a baby. They’re solid friends of mine and its so good to see them as parents, it makes them so happy and Toby is the perfect composite of them both.
Very lucky.

Noises under breath
Will never stop stop those things that
Bother you the most.

I spent much of Saturday locked away, listening to Rolling Stone magazines Spotify playlists and writing.
Editing your own work is a thankless and arduous task if ever I undertook one. It’s like admitting there was something wholly wrong with the way you went about the task in the first place.
Looking back with the power of hindsight I can conclude I have made it hard work for myself by not formatting my manuscript correctly on the first putting. It’s a lesson I’ve learnt for the next one (which I couldn’t help starting in the early hours of Sunday morning).
There’s a lot to be gained from giving your work some space and coming back to it with fresh eyes. I’m a sucker for wanting everything now, now, now but there’s something good in patience.

In a couple of weeks I’m recording. 
I’ve settled on the following tracks. 

1. I Wish.
2. House Of Cards.
3. Broken Record Love Song.
4. The Devil.
5. Let’s Go Back.
6. Coming Down.
7. Tell Me Your Secrets.

I would love some opinions so here’s a session I recorded of them:

I’m out walking the dog. It’s a beautiful crisp morning. I’ve already been out for a five mile run today and I’m covering the same route again.
I’ve been spinning a new series of short stories around in my head. It’s so annoying when I have so many other things up in the air at the same time. I wish I could split myself into a thousand Pauls and write it all at once. As far as I know that isn’t a possibility though.
I’ll just have to make a physical note of it and let the whole thing sit for a while.
It is good though. A nice digression from all the university stuff I’ve been on for the last two years.
I’ll have to start on it. I can’t wait.

Legs spread assertive
Despite lack of eye contact
You have time to kill.