Chalet today

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!