I am one of those idiots.

Hurtling into a future of my own making that I like to pretend was down to someone else.

The fact is, if I don’t do it, nobody else is going to do it for me.

So why blame others when things go wrong, instead of myself when they don’t go right?

My writer friends always ask me about the novel.

The ask about the album too – the ones that know about it.

They ask about things like how many proofreads there’s been. How many hours I’ve spent.

Not about what I’m going to...