I am sat at my big
worktable in a place I like to call my little paradise: our house in the south
of France. It’s been 4 days since I stepped of the plane from London and into
the peace and serenity of a place I call home. Bikini top and shorts, skin
glistening with sunscreen; it is 28 degrees and slightly cloudy today. Perfect
weather for writing. Except that, as might have been obvious by the lack of
posts, I have suffered from the worst writer’s block. Yes there have been times
when I have felt uninspired but never has the draught lasted aslong as this.
