Novel - Europe - And Railway Tracks

So here I am at quater to 6 in the afternoon by myself, watching TV and drinking a can of coke, and I'm thinking about writing a novel. I've had the idea for ages, I've had loads of story ideas that were noted down, but I've had one that I thought of in my first year at uni, and I want to write it. I've been leaving it becuause I thought I was too young to write it, but I'll spend some years on it. I don't know how my uni tutor would think of it; he'd be impressed, but he'd know I'd be rushing it as usual.

I just need to have something to do. Short stories and poems do nothing for me.

Still haven't left my job, but been looking. My mate at work, who studies law, likes reading and we talk about books sometimes. It's just one of the many conversations a bunch of us have there: Books, football, girls, drinking, music, films. He likes his non-fiction. I found it both funny and interesting that at 9:30 in the morning, when we finished work, he went into Waterstones bookshop to get a book on World War II and The Holocaust. (It got me talking about Schindler's List).

Anyway, the next day he's says to me, as I'm carrying a bunch of curtain poles, I should forget fiction writing and write a really interesting non-fiction book. I thought that was funny. We then got on talking about quitting the job and stealing a washing machine on our way out.

I'm going round Europe in the Spring/Summer. From here to France, then on a trip maybe through Germany, and ending up in Italy. It will be a three week trip and it's the only thing I've got to look forward to. I won't forget to take a notepad to write while I'm there. I suppose I need to travel to get my thoughts on writing back on track.

This is a painting I did a couple of weeks ago. Don't know what it's meant to be, I just like putting a load of colours together. My sister said it looks kind of like railway tracks.