Writer’s block

D’you know what’s weird? Apart from me being the only person in Britain not to have had their phone hacked by the News of the World and me not winning £166m on the Euromillions so getting to live in a castle, that is? Ever since my dad died I seem to have ended up with writer’s block. Odd. I go to write stuff and it just doesn’t work. I’ve never had trouble writing before, as you might have guessed I don’t normally struggle to get annoyed with people and rant about it on here but recently I have. I don’t know if it’s because I’m tired or because my emotions are being used up trying to deal with myself and mum (which is a while other story in itself)  but I can’t seem to get as worked up as usual about ridiculous people and stupid actions. I mean I got a bit annoyed at JK Rowling at the Harry Potter premiere acting as though a family member had kicked the bucket when in fact we all know she’s set to make about another squillion quid off the back of the last film. And her dress was an abomination as well. But I didn’t get as annoyed as usual.

This is beginning to alarm me. What if I’m becoming…..NICE?? What the hell would I do then?