It's that time of year when my archive looks much more impressive than it is, because I appear to have been writing here for six years (2003-2008), even though I started in late December 2003, and this is early days 2008, which means it's only about four.

Still, I have been doing it for four years. At least three and usually more like twelve times a month I write something and make it public. I've had a kind of continuous writing practise for more than four years. That's something.

You know, though, I don't think it's the something I want.

I've been thinking. ( I don't think that keeping a Livejournal is making me a better writer. )

Hmm.

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*Who's been reading Foucault? Isn't he cute? Dragging that word around like a kitten with a toilet-paper roll.

**Currently adorned with a rain-bleary pen-and-ink drawing of a shirtless man leaning on an inexplicable railing.