Yesterday, it was nine years since I started working for MGM and Cirque Du Soleil. And tomorrow, it'll be two years until I leave them behind and start my round the world race. It's a strange thing to look back on all that time, and think about what's gone on.

Both my siblings got married, and one had a kid. I bought a house and I lost a house. My first friends passed away. I got promoted twice, to join the ranks of salaried middle management, something I never aspired to because damn the man. I put on a bunch of weight, I shaved my head, I grew it out again. I hit puberty! and was able to grow a beard for the first time (which is helpful for hiding the bunch of weight). I went to Austraila and dove the Great Barrier Reef, and the Aquarium of Western Australia. I dove with sharks. I took my parents sky diving.

I started a theatre company. I left the theatre company in very capable hands. I wrote two scripts for said theatre company, and showed up on stage (I wouldn't call it acting) in three of the productions. I started blogging. I decided to become a writer. I wrote several short stories, a full novel, three quarters of a second novel. I wrote two full length screenplays. I have ten more pages to go on another, and I'm half-way with a fourth. I wrote five shorts (one of which was pulled out of my arse in an hour). We produced one, and we're in pre-production for a second.

I bought a boat. I decided to sail around the world (not in my boat). I started going grey. Nine years ago Facebook wasn't a thing. Neither were smartphones. There had never been a black president. 3D was still just Captain EO. Micheal Jackson was still alive. No one had a Mac. And I met a shit-tonne of people, some of them amazing, some of them less so.

So two more years. What will happen? My hope/thoughts/plans: I'll finish book two and book three. I'll break ground on another idea I've had kicking around for the past week, and possibly even finish it. I'll film this second short, finish it in a timely manner, and get it out there and noticed.

I'll work on treatments for what I've already finished, and finish what I've already started. I'll find an agent. I'll sell my boat. I'll learn portion control. I'll shave my head again. And I'll meet many more people, some of them amazing, some of them less so. I'll celebrate a 100th birthday in October, after finishing my level 1 training for the Clipper Race. And I'll probably bore you all to tears by going on and on and on about how I'm going to sail round the world in 2015.

But fisrt things first. Time for a beer.