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Once again, this bitch needs to be kick-started. Is that a phrase?

My blog is my favourite thing to write, and ideas only pop into my head when interesting (and generally embarrassing) things happen to me. My excuse for not writing as much recently is that bugger all has been going on in my post-university life.

However, recently, I was thinking about the poet Emily Dickinson. Dickinson lived in the mid-18th century in Massachusetts. She was also a recluse for the best part of her life. Despite this, she managed to write some 1800 poems. Admittedly, I’m not a fan; they’re mostly quite strange or morbid. But the point is, a recluse from the 18th century wrote 1800 poems and became successful posthumously.

I am not a recluse. I get out and about as much as I can. And when I can’t be bothered to go out, I have awesome shit to keep me occupied. Imagine how many poems Emily Dickinson could have written if she’d had the internet, Xbox Live or a boxset of Arrested Development at her disposal!

So really, in comparison, I have loads of things going on. I should stop overthinking it and just do some goddamn writing. Expect blogs here and there about anything and everything.