Sunday, 7 December 2008


Well, as you can see I'm not sat in the waiting room in the casualty department of the Royal Gwent. Dad had his way again and is saying that it is clearing and theres no need to go to the hospital. He has promised he will go to the doctor tomorrow and ask for more tests - which they would have done down the hospital, but we won't mention that.


So, I have an entire day to write my essay! how spendid.

I'm so fed up of doing this essay I started writing something last night and its all backwards - I've never done it before. I have a first paragraph, probably one of the best I've ever attempted. Its a mother speaking to her child, its very open ended, interesting, it posses questions. The problem is I have no idea what the story is after that. It's like I'm the reader, not the writer. It's almost written itself so far and now its left me in the lurch. I had an idea at about 2am for what it could turn into, I remember having the idea and thinking 'yeah, thats great, thats perfect, I'll remember that and finnish it in the morning' but oh no, my brain hates me and I fell asleep on it, squished it and now it is lost forever.

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