I am a Writer’s Block Star

You won’t remember me from such books as, well, anything you’ve ever read that’s been published in a format you’ve paid for.

I shall appear here as many things, but mostly as the unrestricted writer living here in fear of the defining nature of accomplishment. My free wheeling Writer’s Block Star life leaves hotel rooms in chaos, buried under a sea of half started paragraphs, theses, treatises and commentaries.

But here I exist only to take perspective or observe in the creative voice. Sometimes it will be my own, sometimes I will mimic the voice of others as my own. So sometimes you’ll disagree greatly with the content, and that’s partially the point. Controversy sells right? I hope not, I’d hate to have to do this for a living, it’d be the end of the blog.

I do hope though, that our time together produces something along the lines of this tacky aftershave jingle I remember from the 80s:

We lived separate lives,

No Commitments, no ties

All the good times we shared, took me time to realise

That we had, a Rapport

Then we knew there was more

Thanks to the producers of Rapport aftershave I came to understanding that rapport wasn’t onomatopoeia for someone knocking smartly on one’s door.

Anyway, have fun here, I certainly will.