Much to my surprise, I have managed to keep up with all four rounds of the ninth-eagle fanmedia challenge - just about...

( Who needs sleep anyway? )

( The secret ingredient... )

( a drabble that just wrote itself... )

( It must be love... )

Twice within the past week...

( Stop sniggering at the back, I'm being serious here... )

Black as a sloe is the heart that's in me
Black as a crow is the grief that binds me
Black as a bootprint in the shining hallway
And 'tis you have stained it, for ever and alway

For you took what's before me, and what's behind me
You took east and west when you passed by me
Sun, moon and stars from my sky you've taken
And my god above, or I'm much ( Read more... )

The empty page is the scariest part of writing anything.

The blankness, just sitting there, waiting for me to fill it. It will wait all night. I know that because it so often does.

This one waited for a good ten minutes before I even typed the word 'The'.

Now its spell is broken.

But tomorrow's will probably be just as hard.

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