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And still she does not write.

China Blue wrote a very interesting post on writer’s block the other day. She was basically saying that the process of thinking of herself as a writer stalled her writing. That might have happened to me too, but I’m not totally sure about it.

When I was a kid I wrote. No one told me to; no one took any pleasure in my writing or encouraged it much, but I enjoyed it and just wrote. I wrote poetry, and short stories. Poetry developed into songwriting in my mid-teens, then songwriting evolved into music (and so on). And yet the songwriting remained.

Without being big-headed, I was the best songwriter in my class at music college, the others weren’t as interested in it as me. Sometimes I’d read out my lyrics and experience a hush of appreciation from the class before their applause. I wasn’t the best singer, but I was happy to be the best songwriter. I was determined to be the next Diane Warren.

I miss it. The writing. The passion. That head space where anything can emerge. The subconscious is a turbulent receptacle of emotions and I love to delve into its depths. So why aren’t I writing?

I don’t necessarily want to be the next JK Rowling, but I do want to write books that people will read. Although sometimes I think of writing in a more literary style, I know that I’m more suited towards writing quality commercial fiction.

But it’s not going to happen unless I turn on the tap and let it all flood out of me.

First the waterfall, then the river.

Save the cheerleader, save the world.

I’m still feeling like crap. I dragged myself in to work this morning then had to go home after a couple of hours cos I felt so weak. When I got home I arranged to go to my local doctor’s surgery as I was getting concerned about the duration of my illness. I was also concerned about the possibility of having contracted malaria in Jamaica. (Very rare, but not impossible. I’d been bitten several times, and it only takes one rotten mossie to pass it on.) The GP was young, but she seemed nice and efficient. She didn’t think it was malaria, and told me to rest. I’ll need to have a blood test for malaria/thyroid issues/anaemia just in case.

A bomb was found in the Haymarket area of central London at about 2am this morning. Fortunately the device was discovered and made safe before anyone could be hurt.

I will never understand how people could decide to commit mass murder in order to achieve an aim or to further a cause, but these terrorists will not stop me from living my life.

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Blair’s farewell kiss to the nation.

Will Gordon Brown replace Blair as Bush’s gimp? Time will tell. Does anyone remember that Blair’s original New Labour anthem was that cheesy dance tune, “Things can only get better”? Unfortunately that sentiment still applies after 10 years of his government. I’m not a political animal so I won’t go into details here. Where’s Dr Monkey when you need him?
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When I was a schoolgirl I wanted to be a music video director – I guess I was part of the original MTV generation. Anyway, I really like this video, though I’m not so sure about the actual song.