Silence is rubbish

I've not done too well with my stated aim of writing something every day.

The simple reason for this is laziness, a complete lack of motivation and the almost total fear that can transfix me.

However, part of recovering from alcoholism or any addiction you must learn to fail and, when you fail, to get back on the horse. When I'm in my cups I'm full of great ideas and schemes, the novels, plays and films I'm going to write, the music I'll record and so on. These dreams vanish though, they are as substantial as snow, and in the morning the routine begins again - this half life in permanent twilight.

So today, I'll try and catch up on my week.