Who Is Andrew Beattie?

Hello you.

I assume that’s you anyway or else shit, this could get a tad awkward. Oh it is you, thank Christ for that. He gets thanked for a lot Christ doesn’t he? The big question is though, does he really deserve it? Please leave any comments regarding my eternal damnation at the bottom.  

So, I’d best start with an apology and not for what I’m about to write, there is plenty of time for that. It’s an apology for not writing to you again yesterday as I said I would. The 4 visitors to my blog yesterday, of which you are no doubt one, deserve better. Good luck with that.

It’s high time I did a little clear out. I’d been pondering this all weekend as I flitted from one meaningless task to another and so I decided yesterday afternoon that I’d have a life de-clutter so that I can move forward, sideways, or whatever way one goes when he is without a map, with a spring in my step and as little baggage as possible. Purely metaphorical baggage of course, I carry all I need in a black leather satchel and I rarely require anything bigger than this to carry half a pack of cigarettes, 1 little smug filofax, a weeping diary and a bankrupt wallet. What I’m actually talking about then is. What I mean is. You know I have no idea. Right, into the mind we go.

Well I think I’ve taken too much on for a start this year; little writing projects, planned holidays et cetera, et cetera, and it is starting to burden heavy on me. I spend all my time at work trying to decide what I need to do, or want to do, after work only to be lodged firmly between two tasks stuffing my face full of mints and trying not to look my goading filofax in the eye. There is this one little project which excites a great deal though so maybe I should crack on with that but then what about the other projects, what will they think when I  don’t strike them off my list. I could always burn the fucking list but then I’d forget what was on there and what if someone else does them because I’d forgotten to? I don’t want anyone else doing the stuff that I wanted to do but never did because I couldn’t think what of the stuff I wanted to, I wanted to do the most. So that makes me selfish. This has not worked out well so far.

You’ll have to also excuse my talking in strange tongues about the things that I have planned. It’s not that I don’t trust you with my little ideas and thoughts, it’s just that if I fully disclose ideas on here then I’m putting further pressure on myself to do them and in de-cluttering terms that would little use. And I don’t trust you. I will say that the thing I think I want to do the most is a screenplay and I’m co-writing it with a friend, it’s historical, and it’s not about Jesus, or his brother Julio. So it’s decided then, that’s the one I’ll do. The rest of the resolutions remain the same but in terms of my writing, this is a real breakthrough – blogging and a screenplay, that’ll do fucking nicely.

Right, I have nothing more to add to this as writing aside; everything has been going pretty much ok of late. I appear in some strange way to be moving ever so slowly forward and considering I’m coming off the back of a few years of work, life and personal regression I can’t really complain much. Cheers for popping by again. You must insist that next time round I tell you about my planned trip to visit family in Cheltenham and London at the start of next month and also explain what happened that time on the Orient Express in the Summer of Love. Until then,

Be kind.

Cheerio,

Andrew Beattie