Towards the end of 2011, my older brother challenged me to write. As an English student I blanched at the idea: I write all the time; essays, reviews, poems, short stories, I have words thrown at me constantly, why would I want to do any more? But the challenge still stood. He questioned whether I could look at my everyday, sometimes mundane life, and find inspiration, find something to say. It could be one word to a 7000 word essay, but just say something based on the ordinary.
So came the idea of this blog – The Death of the Writer 365.
I wanted to see, not if I could write something, but rather if I could express myself, put into writing how I see the world, and probably if I liked what I saw. I suppose it’s one thing to write about other people’s work, it’s another to create your own – and let other people see it, and maybe through it see you. Throughout 2012 my aim is to write something every single day, and as a street performer in Leicester square once said about dubstep – amongst the pile of shit, if you search hard enough you might just find a tiny speck of gold.
Welcome to this blog.