The beginning. A logical place to start. A way to set the scene and let my intentions be known. This should be the start of something, hopefully it will progress.
The same cannot be said of my career, which has been perpetually stuck on its opening chapter. Three years since I graduated, I still earn less than £20,000, I live in a flat that is around the same square footage as a reasonably sized walk-in wardrobe, my lifestyle has not improved from that of a student. My mind stagnates like a murky puddle, yearning to be moved into creating something beautiful. This is the glamorous world of media.
Of course, it is not all mundane days in the office. Just mostly.
So here I am, focused on the start of my internet chronicle, desperate to write more words and desperate for those letters on the screen to convey my reality, propelling me further away from the beginning.
