A funny thing happened in the Sick Bay last night. Lying there in my winceyette nightie with the candy-striped sheets pulled over my head I was pretty sure that Duck Flu, Local Paper Blight and Chronic Blogging Fatigue had seen me off for good. A peep at your shiny new blogs hadn’t helped; everyone had gone up a grade! Liberated from the Mothership, Purplecooers were celebrating with stylish presentation, fabulous photos and writing with a newfound sense of freedom. Was I even capable of setting up a blog or would I be relegated to the bottom stream forever? Then, to my complete surprise, I got the urge to lift my head from the Pillow of Doom, edge a tentative pedicured foot to the cold floor and feel my way over to the computer. Within a couple of minutes of experimental tapping I, too, was the proud owner of a brand new blog, proving that there is indeed, life beyond the Green Duck. Alas, I will not be boarding at Purplecoo. The day job has suffered badly and Tom is also showing ...
Christine Stovell, author and freelance writer, on living and writing in West Wales