I used to be quite good at this – this being ‘finding something to witter on about every day’. Arguably, if you saw my twitter feed, you might suggest that I still command the ability to witter on about absolutely nothing at will and in the face of indifference. But before that, I wittered beyond the 140 character limit comfortably. It flowed…now it clunks. It clunks because I’ve neglected writing. Well, there was that week in 2011 when I decided to unleash the novel within me. I wrote a page and a half of dazzlingly brilliant prose and then sat back intellectually exhausted. I may revisit this plan, there is at least one person alive who has promised that if I ever wrote a book, they would buy it and I want to put them to that inconvenience.
So, lets give it a go. Again.