I made my first attempt at opening up without being pushed today. In all honesty it felt good. It was the first time in ages that I remember being able to talk bout some't new without feeling that I couldn't, or shouldn't. So we talked about my job. Having spent the ...

I wonder if summer brings out the worst in people's perfume spraying abilities? Almost every other peoson I've passed today seems to have emptied a half a bottle of some scent over themselves. Whether it's an attempt to mask the eventuality of sweating too much or whether it's just that ...

I slipped up last night. I fucking slipped up big time. I knew it was all about the fine line between control and a lack of and I went over the mark, kept one at bay and let the other loose, like sliding over an icy path. I could feel it ...

I can't sleep. I don't want to sleep. I'm restless. I'm sitting in my bed that hasn't been made for the past 13 days, listening to an REO Speedwagon cd - but only the tracks that make me feel like writing - and writing, slowly, carefully, anything to drag out ...

I wrote to a friend tonight, suggested that as a new year’s resolution I should write more, re-start the novel and get it back on track. It got me thinking maybe I should make a few more: perhaps to get myself back on track; to get better – to be better, ...

I've got a favourtie place in the world, I dream of it so often - I don't know if I'll ever see it again. There's a little village called Gatehouse-of-Fleet in South West Scotland. The River Fleet runs straight through the middle of it and out in to the Estuary. When ...

...and consumed around 96 paracetamol So, I could start with the reasons why, or what happened but I’m not too sure about either. I can speculate about the reasons why, add 2+2+2+2 and see if it equals 8. I’m still piecing together what happened. I’m not sure if the things I ...