– Well, the first entry of the new year should, I suppose, be something special, but I can think of nothing to say. Funny doesn’t seem the right way to go after the disaster in the Far East, and whenever I try for philosophical, I just sound silly, so to start the year you will just be getting my usual ramblings.
I’ve just been sorting out the archives, and it is rather amazing how much has changed in the last two years, and how much has stayed the same. It would have been nice to have been able to see a measurable change in my attitude to life (like, you know, acting my age and growing up some!) but, as ever, I fail to meet expectations. Hee hee.
I still have no plans for my future, I am still single, I am still (god help me) working in a coffee shop, and I am still an awful correspondant. And my spelling still raises the eyebrows. Neither am I any further down the road toward enlightenment, a nicer person, or better at organising my time. I am still the same size I was a year ago (give or take a few pounds), much fonder of things that are bad for me than good, and still overly attached to the rule-of-three in writing.
Talking of writing, I can still see no way out from the year-long-plus writers block I have been suffering from. I might just have to face the truth and admit that I was never very good at writing anyway, and that it is probably better for all concerned that I haven’t written anything in a while. Which, for me, is a shame, because I like writing. It helps me sort things out in my tiny little head. If I do go back to Somerset when I am done here in Soton (which would be a shame as I like it here), and if I do go back to College to do an AS in English like I wanted to all those years ago, then perhaps I might stand more of a chance of crafting something worthwhile. But I doubt it.
Um, and now I’ve lost my thread of thought. Bear with me whilst I go and get something to eat, and mull things over.