It occurs to me that I should write a second journal entry.

A bit about myself - I live in Town H, a little commuter town in Hertfordshire, England. Life is dull here - nothing sensational has ever happened here, apart from the day a Subway opened here. This joy did not last. Commuter town folk consist mainly of middle aged parents and OAPs, resulting in our only Subway shutting down. The only other benefit of living in Town H is that it is 5-10 minutes away from Towns L and SA where THINGS HAPPEN. Hence desire to read, write and find a place with a pulse running through it.

At the moment, I'm on the threshold of my adult life. University life is over and the time is coming where I'll have to decide what I'm going to do with my useless potential and English Literature knowledge. This is further complicated by the fact that I have Aspergers Syndrome, a condition that falls into the Autistic Spectrum. Although I have tried to compose some pocket of order in my life, I am rapidly coming to terms with my own limitations. Soon I'll have to choose my path in life, and I'm hoping that it may involve writing in some form. This next year will be a test of my ability to develop my writing techniques, as well as overcoming my fear of editing my own creations. Here's to production!