Just like that. Well, reborn. To start with it was named the overly-wordy 'The Till Monkey and the Street Sweeper'. Say that when you're half-cut and chewing on a kebab. I am an (ex) till monkey - a previous employee of a now defunct book shop, bashing numbers on a till and shelving bestsellers that would have rather have stayed trees while the general public took delight in various forms of verbal and emotional abuse. The street sweeper and I don't really know each other, but we shared a little moment of mutual misanthropy one afternoon, sitting outside the shop on a break, watching the hordes of mall-shoppers step by and around us like we were invisible. Now he kind of exists as a bearded muse, wandering through the night distributing learned and ponderous advice from his sagely lips. Except... I'm pretty sure he didn't have a beard, worked a normal 9-5 and there was only that one moment of epiphany, and any advice written here comes through me and is likely to be utter rubbish [there's your warning, don't come crying to me if my waffling makes you confused later].
Then it was renamed 'Minstrel Monkey'. Still me, still monkeying about the place, telling stories, just a little easier on the tongue.
And now it's just me, J M Gatford, in an attempt to be all professional and that.
And this is an awful first post, isn't it?
Well, it's a bad start that can only be improved on - that's right, aim high and even your disappointments will be almost-nearly-just-about successful.
This is my place to
procrastinate write about, well, writing, along with all the other things I ought to be doing, the things I want to be doing, the things I see and hear and think about while trying to juggle work/childcare/housework/creativity all at once without going insane. You can kind of see how this is going to end up, can't you? Wish me luck.