To sleep... perchance to dream...

Seems a lot longer than three days since I last posted here and yet things have changed so much, even in that short time. That's one of the problems with living life at my age I find, though now I think about it, maybe it's just me. Maybe I've always been this way, up one day and down the next, maybe that's why I can write well for days, and then find myself struggling to string half a dozen decent words together.

A good sleep will often help to clear the logjam, almost as though my inventive batteries are getting recharged, and ideas will often turn up in the middle of the night only to be forgotten again by morning. I've tried leaving a pad on my bedside in the hope of scribbling down these vital snippets of information that will provide the basis for the next great novel of the century, and what do I get? A string of flat and meaningless words that would be rejected out of hand even by a 'Teletubbies' scriptwriter.

So whatever it is that happens in those early hours of the morning, it's no magic formula, no road to instant success, and actually I think that's a good thing. I don't find writing easy, never have done, though there are times when it flows so sweet it's like you turned on a tap. Times when you think 'That's it - I've cracked it - it's all downhill from here...' Only it never is, and next day I find myself back struggling to string together half a dozen decent words. Seem to remember saying that somewhere else on this blog, but there's no harm in that. It's de trewf man... I swear.

23:00 Friday, 6 months almost to the day before I leave for Falmouth. Haven't started counting the weeks yet, let alone the days, but it's only a matter of time. Travelling over to Rochdale on Sunday for the Rams second league game of the season; always a good day over there, they have a good bunch of fans. Just hope we put up a better show than we did last season. The game was played in a blizzard, and we were abysmal. I'll have to let you know the result next week.

Now I head for bed, tired but reasonably content with life. and just in case you wondered, the writing did come a lot easier on Tuesday, and like a dream today. Can't help wondering what tomorrow will bring.

Chris