Keep a diary and one day it will keep you. Mae West

One of the reasons I came away from London was to write. I was not sure what I was going to write I just had this longing to allow myself the time to write something. Back home I keep myself busy, I have a job, my friends, I run around town, go out most evenings if only for an hour or two, walk the dog, go to the supermarket, clean the flat, do the laundry all while typing on or talking into my Blackberry.
My freinds tell me I should write and up until last year I had a blogged under the name Poison Iris which I really enjoyed. I wrote about my childhood, eating cakes, men, magick and movies. I love the short format of blog posting but I do have the desire to put together something a little more substantial. Its not that I have lots of self confidence or anything its not that I even think I am any good, its just that I can't go on any longer not giving myself a shot.


The other thing that I find encouraging is that there are alot of not so great books published and not so great movies made all the time. I often read books that have rave reviews and think afterwards that they were pretty average. Its not just sour grapes either I just think standards are not as high as they could be and that there may be room for me to capitalise on this reality. I have always been the most inspired by average art.

The best book I read lately was Your Voice In My Head by Emma Forrest. It was all about being a mentally unstable little girl, finding her way through it all with the help of a therapist who then died and reconciling her sometimes traumatic experiences with her adult life. I love Emma, I have read all her books, I admire the way she chanelled her experiences into her writing. I have had many similar experiences, some a whole lot more dramatic infact and yet I all the stories I could have written have remained in my head.

Up till this week anyway; so far I have managed to write about 6 short stories or maybe they will be little chapters I am not sure. Anyway I am pretty pleased with myself and I aim to write another 14 or so before I go home. I am not sure why I had to come all this way to get things started but I guess I am easily distracted at home. Also I am here alone and apart from venturing out a couple of times a day for human contact I have no one to talk to which is brilliant. I am emailing freinds regularly but effectivley I have forced myself into a corner and I have to talk to the page.