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I started posting to jtns on 20 February 2010 with just one word, 'Mosaic'. This seemed an appropriate introduction to a blog that would juxtapose fragments of memoir and life-writing. Since 1996, I'd been coming to terms with the consequences of emotional and economic abuse that had begun in childhood, and which, amongst other things, had sought to stifle self-expression. While I'd explored some aspects of my life through fiction and, to a lesser extent, journalism, it was only in 2010 that I felt confident enough to write openly about myself. I believed this was an important part of the healing process. Yet within weeks, the final scenes of my family's fifty-year nightmare started to play themselves out and the purpose of the blog became one of survival through writing. Although some posts are about my family's suffering - most explicitly, Life-Writing Talk, with Reference to Trust: A family story - the majority are about happier subjects (including, Bampton in rural west Oxfordshire, where I live, Oxford, where I work, the seasons and the countryside, walking and cycling) and I hope that these, together with their accompanying photos, are enjoyable and positive. Note: In February 2020, on jtns' tenth birthday, I stopped posting to this blog. It is now a contained work of life-writing about ten years of my life. Frank, 21 February 2020.

New blog: morethoughtsnstuff.com.

Sunday, 21 February 2010

sunday night

Getting up at 5 this morning was better than expected. Felt clear-headed, surprisingly, and excited to be up. The radio progs were new--a bit religiousy but some weren't. Fascinating bio of George Papandreou which included his brother's vivid memories of day soldiers stormed the family home when they were boys. Said to be traumatic--it would be.

That sun rose well before 7 made all the difference to my mood during the rest of the day. Having said that, lighter mornings all this week should have cheered me up but didn't. Am aware that I've been moody...

Disappointed that Neil Spencer's horoscopes for this week haven't appeared on Guardian website all day. We can't all be clairvoyant!

Where does the time go, though?

Looking forward to Nora's leaving do at Carluccio's tomorrow night.

(Why does Window's spellchecker always query 'website'!--you invented the flamin' things...Practically :--))
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