"I am unwritten, Can't read my mind I'm undefined I'm just beginning The pen's in my hand Ending unplanned..."

Writing Without Reading...?

There is something quite odd about writer's block; I should know I've been suffering with it for just over a year now...if you Google (or use any other widely known search engine) 'writer's block' sufferers know that even reading the description seems to worsen the symptoms; lack of inspiration, running out of good ideas, a self depreciating eye for ones own work and never being able to finish what you start. The worst elements are not knowing how long it will last or what made it start in the beginning!

You wake up in the morning with an exciting new idea, run over to where your trusty pad and pen lie, maybe write a sentence or two then suddenly you are crippled with a sudden, succinct, realisation and fear that every stroke of ink released from the nib is utter shit! I know, I can empathise, as I say this is something I have been battling with for a long time.

So how do I/we (should you also be a sufferer) expel this existent myth? Well if I knew the answer to that I wouldn't be sitting here, although yes I am writing at the moment here's the tricky part of my writer's block; it can be selective...I find writing my thoughts are fine, its when I get to trying to write something ingeniously fiction that I fall short. 

So anyway I don't know how to cure it but I do know one thing; if I look at what is different from when I used to write daily, I would say I haven't read a good book in ages, I've picked up a few, started a few pages even but never even felt the proclivity to finish, much like my writing pattern...so I am lacking a good read and as a consequence my vocabulary when writing or talking has deteriorated, I find myself having to s-o-u-n-d words out regressing to my days of infancy.

So what I have decided to do, God as my all seeing, all knowing witness, is read a new book, I will enter my local Waterstone's (or any other well known brand of book chains) and pick up a multiple leafed worded thing in order to release my mind from this blockage and from here on in I will review whichever book I read here for you to decide if you want to read it too, maybe if some of these poor lil rioter kids raided a bookstore they might actually have learnt something from their 'plight'....anyhoo just a lengthy look into my brain before I embark on my literary journey....

A little doodle by me!

(Blog title Unwritten by Natasha Beddingfield)

I Asked My Neighbor For A Favor She Said Later What Has Come Of All The People...?

London's War on itself.

So I woke up today from what seemed like a terrible dream; in fact I had a dream a couple of months ago that I was woken up by war sirens and armed SWAT teams clearing people out of their houses and on to the streets where they were collected barefoot and sleepy, all their belongings left behind...but what I woke up to this morning wasn't a bad dream, it's the reality of the City we live in, the colder climate, the aftermath of destruction incurred by a youth that society forgot.

So they say its for a cause, they're using a man's death as an excuse to raid their neighbours small businesses, homes and lives but all I can see is an angry greed in their eyes, devilish grins showing delight at their community's demise, but their is no community, this generation believes in every man for himself. There is no excuse for this behavior that has left most of London in fear of sleeping, civilians glued to the news waiting to see if their neighborhood would be next. There is no excuse but their must be a reason. Conservatives are so out of touch with what our society needs, they have done so much damage in such a short time, anger is brewing in the air like a malevolent storm, it is fed by cuts to jobs, increases to taxes, raises in tuition fees and contradictions from people in positions of trust. It was only a matter of time before something dangerous occurred, these kids have no future so they are living in the moment, there is no regard for them and so they have no regard for us. I was sickened as I watched youths smash windows and burn businesses that are probably struggling to keep afloat, with a bleak future there is nothing to regret for this generation. I'm frustrated because these individuals are preventing me from going to work, but at least I have a job, some are even left homeless...businesses will not be insured for this kind damage so many will be left with debts or no businesses at all.

Can there be a solution to this? First of all we need to share the blame; its not just the parents, its not just the politicians, its not just the police its a joint effort to raise a child. The news reports this as a black crime, but if you look at the people on the streets looting there is no  racial demographic, this is not divided by race, this is not even divided by postcodes, this is a culture of youth that has no morality, I feel so far removed from their lifestyle and greed. I think perhaps my generation is the last with the ethics of working for what we want. The solution lies somewhere in policies and education, but starts with asking the question, do I know where my child is tonight?