Can You make a Smoke Signal that will read Fuck you?

It's been recommended to me that the average writer must write an hour every day...

I don't do this, I know I should, but I am in an unproductive slump at the moment.

I imagine the only people who regularly achieve this are those rich bastards who churn out books like they were farts. Stephen King has a book out every day, and Terry Pratchet has Alzheimer's and still whacks out book faster than he can remember.

So my justification to create a "Blog" is to combat the innate laziness in me and actually prove to people that I am in fact a writer and I do in fact write. I have written several sitcom and drama scripts (one of which went to the BBC's writers room, and subsequently came straight out again), a movie script, and my fair share of poems and short stories which are only subjected to my close friends who are poor bastards every one of them.

So my next aim is to hopefully move to China with my girlfriend and get a job teaching people english, and hopefully write about the experience in an informed, entertaining and sellable way.

As Charles Dickens once published his novels as chapters that ran in newspaper columns, I will do a similar thing, listening to the feedback and thoughts of other people and choosing to get influenced or not to opinions express by whomever should choose to voice them.

But don't fear! I will probably also use this blog to exert rage about things I dislike about my life and rant about movies and politics I don't understand, and then people who live far away, who don't know me at all, people that live in tepee/igloos and (somehow have Internet) can read and relate as if I were talking about their own lives.

Like last week when Bernard sent me that smoke signal and it read "Fuck you" so next time I saw him I was all like "Fuck You" and he explained he had predictive smoke on (which he hates) and then I say I completely read it wrong and apologize and we vow never to use stupid small smoke based forms of communication and he agrees....

Y'know stuff like that I guess....