arghh. i havent written in like a month. ive been arguing with myself. “you’ve got nothing to write now,” you should do something else,” “no one wants to read now all the hype of hospital’s over,” and then “oh maybe people do wanna hear something…” but what to talk about? ive been battling with my perfectionism. other peoples blogs are so much better than mine i shouldn’t even bother. so instead i decide to write a book. which i have started but stopped because am out of ideas of what to say. then i start sticking in pictures in the book im making and get stuff everywhere. to make matters worse grant suggests painting. (ive never been a painter) so we have a painting day and more stuff goes everywhere. he said it looked good that way.
anyway my thyroid is playing up like insanely. which limits my hands from functioning. i cannot write. hand write. so that limits me to writing my story in my scrapbook. frustrating. i could always type and print but that won’t look creative.
so this is a whinge. sorry guys. happier one soon.