Yes that’s right, ‘dreamaddled’ a word I have just coined in order to describe the state of being off-kilter all day after suffering through a particularly emotionally strenuous/horrific dream. I shan’t go into detail; you dear internet are the last thing to be gifted with information like that because we all know you’ll let it spill out when you get drunk down the pub with your ‘mates’ at the weekend and then you’ll come round and attempt an apology and I’ll get angry and you’ll slink off and we won’t speak for a fortnight and we’ll both be miserable, suffice to say my subconscious has knocked me about a little. So no writing.
I know, I know, but it’s not an excuse, honest; I had no real plans to write today anyway. I’m thinking this emotional imbalance could be the prelude to a period of great creativity for me though so I shall not complain or bemoan the lack of sufficient rational faculties on my part too much.
Oh, and as an addendum to my last post, in the wake of the conference I finally came down on Labour’s side. This is hardly a surprise for those who know me but still I felt a brief follow up to my political quandary was merited.
Tags: politics, possible evidence of dwindling sanity?, writing progress: zero
