Should write.
Can’t write.
Am writing.
Slight explanation on the above:
What’s the point of a blog if you don’t write.
But too many things keep cropping up. Work. Social life. Interesting movies. And the terrorist attacks which keep intruding in to my sleep. My space. My newspapers. My conversations.
However, I’m going through a phase. Stories that were stuck are cropping up like mushrooms. Dusty ideas that were put in the last filing cabinet of the brain are jumping up and down.
Basically my head is popping with plots and thoughts.
Nice.
But apologies to my neglected blog.
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