It was dull and misty and I ran out of gas. Found it hard to concentrate. Have to be careful up there in case I slip back into psychosis.
One of the problems I have at the moment is translating life into fiction. I can write about people I know – or have known – with no problem, but I can’t make them into fictional characters. There’;s a block there.
Terrible headache this morning at around 3 am. I think it was the creative juices threatening to take me over and me trying to stop them. I want it to happen but it’s very scary.
Got some coal today so we can have a real fire!
TTFN
Sarada Gray 