MY LIFE AS A CATALYST
My journey into the Written World.
I’m scared and I’m excited. I have no idea what I’m doing. I’m writing full-well-knowing the first paragraphs get cut around the second edit, but I’m making a start on what ever this will be.
My flat is a place to be free. Free to be me, a person I’m trying to understand. It’s a “deep” concept, as most people would respond. But I’m a deep person. My godmother told me I was an emotional child even before mum died. I couldn't tell you if it were true.
I’ve divided my life into three chapters; A Happy Family, The Implosion, The Second Testament. No chapter could have ever predicted the next. I know now that there will be others. I don’t know if it’s age, experience or character that makes me believe this.
The plan is a mess. I’m drawing on the inspiration of my old lecturer Caroline Graham, the vulgar styles of Chuck Palahniuk and the dedicated art of Truman Capotè.
