You know what word I love? …Ossify. So simple to say and it sounds amazing leaving my untrammelled lips. The word itself means to convert into bone. I don’t know how to use it in a sentence, other than the sentence I just said. Hold up, I need another drink.
Life is a beautiful sport, running for my life, being kicked around these streets, spare me, I can weight. Out of breath and looking for my perfect match or that perfect catch, each partner I team up with, up until now I have found I wanted to put a hole-in-one, they weren’t really keepers. They cast a net to capture me, but I fight back, no punchline needed. I now tackle each bottle straight for its neck, this is what they meant when they are talking about taking shots, right?
I’m sorry; I am getting ahead of myself. I am Alex. I am a writer, as you can see I love words and I am pretty sure you use them too. Now, I understand the plight of the common wordsmith, I have tottered around the prodigious pages for a while and with every autonomous stroke of pen I become incipient beyond the whiteness. Every character I create or chop down they are offshoots from the gravitas of my thoughts or sangfroid.
So this is my first post really about myself, while I sit here writing stories and drinking whiskey and lemonade, like a man. I would love to know about you. Tell me everything, anything. Have you got dreams or aspirations? Do you wish to inspire inspiration? I really have no idea what I am writing, so I shall leave it there and talk to you all soon.