Wednesday 11th January

I keep putting off the start of writing something new.  I have had the intention for ages, but I just cannot get my thoughts into any sort of shape, at least not shape enough to begin.  And I had so many ideas when my mother was here at Christmas, and of course was far too busy to even jot them down, and now that I have all the time in the world I find I cannot even think straight, let alone gather my forces to begin the task of actually writing something.

I sit at the keyboard and try to think of a start, because often that is all I need to get me going, but for days now nothing has come to me, even writing this blog has seemed to be a chore, when a few weeks ago I could hardly stop myself from pouring out page after page.  So, I just have to be patient, and wait for that quiescent mood to come and take me away, or maybe just a reason to begin is all I need.

Perhaps it is this persistent and dogged sore throat which always seems worst when I am trying to write, distracting me from thinking and making me feel so run down.  Writing ‘Catherines Story’ was easy really, I just let my mind take me back over the years and it all came out, I didn’t really have to make much up at all.  Even Adrian’s part, you know his ‘contribution’ wasn’t that difficult; I actually quite enjoyed writing from a different perspective, you know from a male point of view, because we never really know what and how anyone else perceives the world, do we?

But this time, I just have to be patient and wait for the muse to come, for a reason to begin.  Until then these musings, these doodling will just have to do.  It is frustrating for me too, you know.