It was so hard to get going this morning that I decided to pretend I'd been thrown back in time into the 1970s, a la the TV show Life on Mars. It made everything seem more fun! I looked around in wonder at the strange fashions and methods of transportation while I confronted backwards ideas.

The best thing about this shift in perspective is the soundtrack. Recently I've been trapped into a Coldplay-listening loop - what Noel Coward would call the thrill of cheap music - as I've totally dismantled my fifth chapter. Now I'm listening to Crosby, Stills & Nash, and I feel the optimistic power of rebuilding descending upon me. I have my ship, and all her flags are flying.

Don't worry I haven't abandoned this site. I'm just writing quite a bit at the moment and the thought of putting together something as long as a PARAGRAPH when I don't have to is utterly daunting. My random, drisky-esque thoughts have lately been escaping at www.twitter.com/fridaysixpm. I like the snippety format. Sample entry from today: "Just used the word adumbrated. T-shirt inspiration obviously working". You might like to visit - I promise I'll approve you.