I feel I should write something

I feel I should write something. Yesterday I spent 4 hours writing a blog post named China, the Graveyard of Broken Dreams. A true story about those who voyage to China as a solution to the mid life crisis they may be having at home.

I can't publish it, two of the people I wrote about sometimes read this blog. If they knew I was scribbling notes and writing articles about their most intimate secrets, they would quite rightly want to hit me. They certainly wouldn't want to talk to me again. Perhaps I'll publish it next year when I've gone, when they've gone or when time has eroded our friendship. 

This is a photo of me in Beijing, a most boring city.

I received quite a lot of flack from people for my blog post Why Travel Writers Shouldn’t Travel. I was reading the Pillars of Hercules by Paul Theroux. In his book, Theroux is travelling through Israel to Nazareth to meet a Christian Arab Israeli writer who I forget the name of. The Arab writer explains to Theroux that constant travel has left him unable to write, that he need to stay put for a while to collect his thoughts and put pen to paper. Theroux agrees, adding that "Monotony is the friend of the writer". My petty ego now feels vindicated. I'm in good company.

That is all.

Well, not quite. If you read this, may I ask you why? I feel flattered you got this far!