Well today I spoke to a girl, who reminded me of, well, of me. It was my first lesson of Sunday school (which went well by the way), but prior to the lesson I was told I needed a notebook (which I didn't end up using), I walked into a binder-book store and asked if I could get a simple notebook. The lady who served me was both attractive and articulate, which immediately sent my mind on acid trips. She was doing journalism at university...the same thing I long to do, she has a journal...same as me, she likes to read...like me, she was incredible.
Anyway, passing the unique yet overplayed infatuations of today, I wrote a little in my journal at a Starbucks. I spoke to a man sitting on the street who was selling necklaces (that he made himself), and so I bought one to help him get by the day. I also had an unused notebook for which I had no use for, and still don't. And finally, I bought a book, 'Blue Like Jazz', I've been hunting this book down for a while, the last copy was staring at me inside a Borders store in Melbourne Central.
I've decided to resume my first novel and postpone my second. My first novel is about my personal struggles with life, God, death, religion and touches on depression. It's not a story, more of a theological-type theses, but it is aimed at agnostics and atheists, however, there is no Christian standing point in this book, it has a very 'on the fence' approach.
My second novel is about Audrey, whose mother dies and is forced to live with an uncle who she has never met, and immediately takes pleasure in loathing him before meeting him. This story has a more Christian approach, though the main protagonist is anything but Christian. This focuses on homosexuality, relationships and family.
"Bodily exercise, when compulsory, does no harm to the body; but knowledge which is acquired under compulsion obtains no hold on the mind." Plato
So much for school.
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