Insomnia,

Insomnia is one of those annoying things that happen, and start impacting every part of your life.

One of the big reasons I want to have a flat to myself is that when the insomnia bug bites, it would be nice for me to be able to do something productive, like bake a cake or sit with my typewriter and do some writing, or even, if I lived somewhere better than where I do now (unlikely if I'm renting by myself but humor me) I could go out for a walk or a run after dark. I used to do it a lot when I lived in Kensington.

I used to love walking through Chelsea or Westminster at two or three o'clock in the morning, and just enjoying the quiet and the space and the freedom. By the time I got back to halls, I would either have to get ready for a lecture or be ready to sleep. Granted, sleeping by that time was probably a bad idea as it would mean the next night would be the same problem.

As it is, I feel as though there is nothing I can do aside from stare at my ceiling or have a moan - you can see which one of those two things won.

I'm not really sure where this latest bout of insomnia materialised from however I wish it would disappear back to from whence it came. I miss sleep.

Catch you later.

I've Been Ignoring My Blog Again,

Yeah, so I have been ignoring this thing again, and really, the truth is that I don't mind that. These last few months have been busy with work and dating and hating dating and all sorts of things and now it's Camp NaNo and I have never felt less like taking part than I do at this moment.

This past week I have been constantly exhausted but unable to sleep, so the idea of kicking my butt into writing has probably been one of the furthest things from my mind. Add to that the amount of work I have on at the moment and some other things that, for once, I would rather not talk about, I really don't know how this month is going to go and that's a shame because my unofficial camp project was to finish draft one of the novel from November which now seems to be somewhat unending. Part of me is tempted to stay up tonight whilst the fancy is taking me and cement all the little pieces together and then at least that is done. And the other part of me pulls a 'Scream' face every time I so much as think about doing that. Editing is not my strong point. Pulling the pieces of the novel together is not my strong point. I don't do chapters. This is going to be hell on Earth!!!

Alongside all of this I have had the joys of attempting to find myself somewhere new to live. Now, whilst this is not strictly necessary because where I live now I could feasibly continue to live for a while, but the distance to work and having to share with two boys and a mouse is not an ideal situation. I would much rather be back to living on my own, but it takes so much time to find a place, look at it and then inevitably write it off for whatever reason.

I make no commitments to this blog now other than the commitment which I make to myself at the moment. I am trying to be the best possible version of myself.

Catch you later.