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Okay so, I'm fed up of not writing or doing ANYTHING at all. I'm doing this as a result.
A page a day. Fiction. It won't be good. It won't be anything that is worthy of a Booker prize and it certainly won't be anything that I'd want to show to a publisher.
But, it will get me writing and it'll stop me sitting round feeling useless and generally hating myself for doing nothing.

I have no idea what to call this but I started today.


When Aunt Beth turned up at the front of the lecture theatre, I couldn’t speak. Surely she didn’t think this was a good idea. Scanning the tiers of students, she spotted me.
“Lizzy!” she yelled, waving wildly up at me.
I slid down my seat and half waved at her. I couldn’t ignore her.
Bouncing up the stairs two at a time, lace scarves and dangly earrings flying, she drew attention. Amused glances from my classmates told me I’d be explaining Aunt Beth later that evening.
“I’ll come and sit with you.” She shouted across the remaining dozen seats she had to pass to get to me.
I tried to look happy to see her. The vision of purple and green apologised and shuffled past the already seated students and finally thumped herself down in the seat next to me.
“First day here, can you believe we’re in the same lecture?” she exclaimed digging in her bag.
“No,” I replied. “But you have taken the same class as me.”
Finding a pen, she triumphantly brandished it at me like a prized lucky dip item. “Are you okay, Lizzy? You look a bit upset.”
“I’m fine,” I felt bad for showing how I felt. It wasn’t her fault. She was just being Aunt Beth.