Character Profiling -The Homeless Man-

I don’t remember his name.

Nor do I remember the names of any other characters he spoke to or interacted with in any way.

He was the hero of a short story I started a long time ago, I mean going back to when I was about 13 or something. I scrapped it fairly quickly, along with another that didn’t make the grade.

He had been made redundant and after struggling for some time, had to give up his house and move out. In a desperate moment he went out and bought a large, second hand car. (A 1996 Mk 1  Ford Galaxy) which he then removed all but one of the seats and moved into the back of. He then moved what he could into it, while persuading the person that bought his home to keep the rest of his possessions locked in the basement, with the plan to collect them some day.

The end result of this was he essentially built himself a small, cramped but liveable moving home. Curtaining the windows and attaching additional batteries to the engine to avoid them going flat.

Yes I’m aware this isn’t the most conceivable idea out there, but at this point I was just stating out with writing, and to be honest even now still am finding my style.

His back story was not the main focus of the plot however, and it didn’t truly thicken until my character, witnessed, within the Car-park he was (Surprise surprise) parked in, a young child being snatched away.

Yes, humongous Cliché.

Now a question, my character had been able to find himself some limited part time work, not enough to go house hunting again, but still more than a sufficient amount to keep him fed and clothed.  Bearing in mind that due to a lack of home he would have to use the launderette for all the washing as well as use Café’s for practically every meal.

But what does a person do with the rest? My character spent his time improving and maintaining his car/house.

This turned out to be a great case of advanced preparation, as he was able to pursue the  kidnappers, eventually getting the kid back and then fleeing.

In the entire ensuing chaos his car became badly damaged, however I think most off the damage stemmed from when he attempted to derail a train with it.

Of course it all ended well, and he was rewarded and blah blah blah. Typical anticipated ending.

I will cut myself a little slack as, as I have stated, at the time I was just starting out.

And although this story will most likely never be written, his legacy lives on, and is actually still important to this day.

He eventually evolved into another character, one who only used the nickname ‘Skidds.’ who was a supporting character for another story. I improved upon his ability to drive, and replaced the Galaxy with a bus, which could still obviously be driven, but he kept a car nearby for day to day business.

Eventually plot ideas changed however and Skidds no longer fitted into what I had planned. So, he was split into three different aspects of his personality, which were given to three other characters, to further cement their nature of being human.

The ability to drive well was given to one. The tinkering with mechanical things and sleeping in the back of a car was given to another (however done more as a way of keeping close to work) and his enigmatic attitude was given to another.

So even though my nameless Homeless Man no longer has a story of his own to tell, he still lives on as an important part of both my writing past, and even to this day is still with me.




It’s okay for me to be disappointed with today’s solar eclipse right?

I sat outside for just over an hour, camera poised, and yet saw next to nothing. I had the radio playing nearby so I had a rough idea of when the peak coverage was supposed to be. and yet there seemed to be very little change to the overall brightness of the sky, and the whole event seemed rather underwhelming.

I think this is the only time I’ve managed to be disappointed by nature.

Usually I see or hear something that isn’t crafted by mankind and find myself in awe of it.

And it isn’t like I got the day or time wrong, because when I checked the TV in the main room they were showing live coverage, and I could see that other places were getting a truly breathtaking sight.

The Sun is an incredible thing, and even through in my day to day life I don’t tend to play it much heed, on a good day it is possible to feel its intense power first hand. Its a force to be reckoned with. Its an amazing beautiful thing, even if its hard to actually pay attention to or observe.

the Moon is a similar kind of story. I’ve done a post on it before about its intense beauty.

The two coming together is a spectacular event, so even through I was slightly disappointed with what I witnessed, I know a lot of people actually got to see it fully and truly. and I envy them.

Just having had a closer look at the images I took, I can see when the Eclipse was at its peak, and with careful looking its possible to see that the moon didn’t shadow the sun, but the light seemed to bend around it, the light at the edges was so bright that it overpowered the shadow.

Although I admit its a little irritating to seemingly be in the only place in the country where witnessing a dusky darkness didn’t happen. But I suppose I can do some research and be prepared for the next one.



We all make them, not all are concious, and most of them are so trivial that we don’t even view them as the choice that they were. But this doesn’t make them any less important.

I made the decision to be lazy and not bother uploading anything on here for over a month. Whether or not I like that conclusion is irrelevant, it was made.

It took me a long time to realise and discover fully for myself that, the majority of the time, most decisions are for the most part positive, even if the connotation behind them is not what it first seemed. Now obviously I’m not going to start up the debate on the differences between “Everything happens for a reason” and “There are no mistakes, only life lessons.” I think that treading into that ground is like walking on an ice rink. You know the ice is there and therefore argue that because you can see it, you won’t slip. But the inevitable truth is, you will.

I’m not a psychologist, Sociologist, or anything with a background in how the mind works and how we process the things around us. Heck, half the time, I have no idea how to process my own thoughts. Most of my decision time is spent making the decision to think about the decision at hand, and then not really coming to a conclusion. (Obviously this is more so for the larger ones, I don’t spend an hour a day thinking about what socks to wear.)

I’m not going to pretend that I know what I’m talking about here, I feel that a good number of people, when faced with a big decision ahead, will talk to someone, not necessarily to get advice, but just sometimes because it is useful to gain other perspectives.

Sometimes, to an over-thinker such as myself, it’s easy to feel trapped, going over every possible angle and trying to measure everything up. This for me falls quite nicely into the “No mistakes” philosophy, although I tend to wind up viewing it the other way around. That every possible decision is just a mistake waiting to happen, a problem that my narrow mind will just dig deeper and make worse.

One of the easiest things to do when struck with this is to sit and wallow. And I do that, a lot. I’m good at it.

So, can I offer a solution, or even some form of answer to the plights of this topic? Absolutely not.

In fact I’m willing to make the speculation that most people out there are better at the practicalities of decision making than I am. Of course everyone has different situations and backgrounds that affect how they perceive things, some may not be as free to make as many as others.

Some people are better at making on the spot decisions and are good at thinking on their feet, while others are better when they have time to think things through. and there are others in between. I don’t think there is a set or ‘proper’ way of looking at them, just embrace the way that you do.

I stated a few posts back how I am with poetry, but there has been some I have written in the past, more as an outlet when I’ve been in a down kind of mood. Some of it fits quite well with the emotions of a decision-less struggle. Well, at least if I chop and change.

I can offer no advice nor answers. Only rant into the empty abyss that is the internet.

And I enjoy the feeling of getting it out there, not looking for anything back, not even expecting people to read it. Just the knowledge that it is there.

To all the Uninventive-ettes out there, just do your best.