good intentions and all

I may be full of good ideas and good intentions, and be super-motivated to the point of being hyper (and I don't drink coffee), but it all cools down after a night's sleep.
I wanted to create a magazine named after the Dutch tulip mania of the 17th century whereby tulips were so valuable that they were sold individually, I wanted to write features and stories, get my brother to handle the technical side of things and be my illustrator.
Then I thought about marketing my brother's photography and his psychedelic illustrations to the hip Londoners out there roaming the vintage markets of Spitalfields, Camden and Portobello.
Then I thought, 'well, actually, I need to get a full-time well-paid job so I can move out of my parents' house' and then I started job-hunting seriously and guess what? My creativity stopped.
Today I thought about Poirot and the Orient Express, and how I'd love to go on such an adventure someday, probably. And that's how my day passed. By evening, I was eating the tortellini we'd made, wondering what happened to all my plans and my ambition. Gone to bed, most probably.

Forgive me, for I am a novice, and a naive one at that

I can't believe I'm here at last. I've done it - I've overcome all the obstacles, the fog, the tornadoes, the landslides, the steep mountains of delicious snow that makes you forget your goals, the lotus-tree leaves of oblivion, I've created a blog!

Admittedly, the blog itself wasn't the difficult part. The real challenge was how to go about realising my dream of creating a magazine full of ripe, raw, hip and hopefully non-pretentious stories, features and images. Let me tell you, I haven't even touched the tip of the iceberg, oh no! To even get work experience on many of the respectable alternative/lifestyle/music/fashion magazines like Amelia's, Hint or Kudos I need to have built a portfolio of journalistic work to prove myself. Oh dear. Not only do I not have any of that under my belt, but I don't know much about the business of magazine production having been put off from it at the age of 17 when I volunteered at a small-time youth magazine called Exposure. I then proceeded to ignore all the opportunities at university in things like the newspaper.

So now, several months after graduation, with no passion or motivation for sensible career directions, I'm going to turn my hands to magazine journalism, wish me luck! So without further ado, ladies and gentlemen (and anyone in-between or non-gendered), I announce the inauguration of a project that means a lot to me and will hopefully bear fruit eventually, ladies and gentlemen, I introduce you to tulip-mania!