Whatever comes to mind before I alter it with the overpaint of time. Mostly satire, poetry and fiction but occasional unreliable fact, as all facts seems to be today. From deepest Notting Hill. London.
Saturday, 2 January 2010
Blocked.
I know I am following a road well travelled but it is painfull none the less.
Blocked. Unable to write, focusing on the block which compounds the problem.
I hope the new year brings inspiration... Anything will do.
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