04 August 2008, 21:22pm... Careers

If my every single wish of mine came true i would have quite a C.V. by now, if i think back as far as i can remember...

The first thing i wanted to become in life was a police man, i was like five years old and i remember wanting to be a cop and opening up a can of whipass on the bad guys just like my favourite policeman on T.V. from that show TROPICAL HEAT(forgot his name, but he was cool...) Then about two years later, when i was round about seven, i remember wanting to become a lawyer...Why? Because i realised that lawyers make more money, dress better and dont do any dangerous shit like jump infront of moving cars and it was so cool to watch lawyers in court massacaring people with their sophisticated language....

Somewhere between seven and twelve years old i remember wanting to become a fireman(only because i had always had an urge to spray the crap out of people with a firehose as they walked past me!) At twelve i remember wanting to become a cricket player, i was obssessed with cricket, i would eat and sleep cricket and even though i couldn't outrun a turtle, i somehow, someway believed i would high-five Shaun Pollock someday(im still waiting, by the way...)

Then i started listening to rock music and drinking beer and had aspirations of becoming an alcoholic rockstar!!! Much to the dismay of my life skills teacher, i shared my jilted dream of alcohol fuelled melody creations with her...(Thankfully, i got over that, not the beer though!) Then i wanted to become a psychologist and this was a serious decision, that sank along with my maths grades...

Now i still have a dream... When and if it works... You shall all know!!! :)

Will i ever get there...

So here i am rambling on, my mind has hit a dry spell, infact it is so dry i had nothing else to write about today other than how dry it is...(Pass me a beer...)

I love to write, i love it, i could do it for a living, i want to do it for a living, thats right, for the first time ever, i am declaring it on my blog, i want to be a writer, a professional writer who makes a decent and comfortable living writing books, novels. The problem is how to get out of this desert that i am currently lost in and impregnate my mind with a genial idea and give man-birth(Hank Moody-Californication) to books.

I've tried just about every mind stroker i know, from long walks between trees to afew gallons of Heineken to try and create something useful and worth writing...I've even tried reverse psychology:"Marcio, you are not writer blocked"....................

Well wether im a writer or not, i don't know, but i do like to write and im not going to stop! I just hope that one day i will be doing it for a living(And find a short cut out of the sahara when i manage to get my ass back in there, from time to time)...