New Chapter. Same Book.

Thought I should update as I haven't in a while, and and on this Wednesday evening I am a loss as to what to do.

This summer was one of change, as most summers are.

'Whenever I come back, the air on railroad is making the same sound' [A Movie Script Ending, Death Cab for Cutie]

Lately, whenever I go to write, everything escapes me.

I am sleeping a lot, but not enough, sometimes too much. Submerged in a dream. Intoxicated by the first throes of something that I won't refer to by using the 'l' word. Partly because I'm scared to admit it, and partly because I don't want to sound like a simpering schoolgirl with a crush. You know the kind. Etching your 'beloved's' name on your exercise books and inking heart shapes on your hand with your new glitter gel pen.

Nope. No etching or simpering.

Nervous energy and oodles of spare time aren't a happy pairing. My new house is beautiful, clean and cosy- but I am vexed by the endless amount of hours that plead to be filled upon my waking up.

Creatively, I'm a bit all over the place. Ideas come and go like lights blinking on enough. Add to that the fact that I have once again misplaced my camera cable (which I only purchased a couple of months ago) and I'm at a loss.

I'd be lying if I said I felt content.