Feeling very nostalgic today. Think its because I have been reading a friend's blog on how she has set about writing her first novel based on her grandmother's journey from India to start a new life in England. My friend (Jane) is blogging about the whole process of writing the book, how she has gathered her research and what inspires her to write. She has also invited other guest writers to be interviewed on how they go about their writing too. One guest writer (Dean) talks about how he is keen on keeping diaries and this got me thinking about all the diaries I have stashed in my attic from my teenage years. I would religiously set out in January down to WH Smiths or Woolworths to purchase the nicest diary my meagre pocket money would buy. I didnt write in it every day and looking back over the entries made me realise how simplistic life was back then. The months of the summer holidays were filled with entries such as "got up (obviously) went round to Janes, liste
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