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You know, I just finished Anne Rice's 'Blood Canticle' and all of a sudden I feel really fired up to be a real author, all over again (bad timing, ne?) I kinda think I'd like a pseudonym, maybe something like 'Amy Darke' - I always thought that was a cool surname when I saw it on the English classroom walls (a poet, I think.) So I really want to go back to 'Irith' and keep going all of a sudden, which is also bad timing. But I may just end up doing it for the hell of it.

This impulse has me back out of bed and not wearing my glasses and on the net because it made me wiggly. How weirdly compulsive of me. But I really want to do it - I take writing really seriously, y'know? (Maybe too seriously, sometimes.)

My Dad just pointed out (in a 'don't mention it to Lucy' context) that tomorrow, my sister's birthday, is also the six month anniversary of Mum's death. I'm really not that thick, Dad! What the hell do you think of me that I would say something like that even if I think it? I think more about what I say than that (even if it doesn't seem that way sometimes.)

Anyway, sort of 'in honour of' the six month anniversary, here's a song I wrote the other day (and am actually in the process of creating music for - shock!)

Missing You

I see you walking in the street
Though I know you’re never there
My memories are bittersweet
‘Cause all that’s left of you is air
And I miss you,
‘Cause missing you is all I have left

I’m missing you
I’m missing you
I really should be kissing you
But I miss you
'Cause missing you is all I have left

Everywhere I hear your name
Fall from other people’s lips
But it’s never quite the same
An emotional eclipse
And I miss you,
‘Cause there’s nothing else I can do

I’m missing you
I’m missing you
I really should be kissing you
But I miss you
‘Cause missing you is all I have left

I hear your voice from empty rooms
I see your face in every crowd
And everybody else assumes
I’m calling someone else aloud
I still miss you
‘Cause I know you’re never coming back

I’m missing you
I’m missing you
I really should be kissing you
But I miss you
Because missing you is all I have left