Blank Pages

Sue Townsend who wrote the Adrian Mole books once said that writing was sitting staring at a blank page until your forehead started to bleed. I know now what she meant. Now that I have a public following (all four of you ) who I envision waiting with baited breath for my next posting, my mind has gone completely blank. When no one knew or cared about the stories I was spinning all the time in my head ( they still may not for all the feedback I get - you know who you are!) there was constant rubbish just on the boil all the time. Now that I have to greet a blank computer screen the ideas have all floated out my left ear. To be brutally honest the real joy in this appalling task I've set myself is to re-read my twaddle and edit it . Now that is a pleasure. One always knows where one is with grammar. All those dreadful years teaching have left a mark. I am never happier it seems than when I am waving a red pen around. Oh yes for those of you who care, little Edward is back in the Smoke with his Mummy. The reasons why will be left for another day. I'm exhausted.