Wednesday, 12 September 2007 | 11:33 pm

It's there, simmering, bubbling, boiling within the confines of my mind. Any minute now. I can feel the panic rising. I feel it wipe out all rational thought.

Smooth paper, rows upon rows of neatly printed, empty lines, all waiting for me to fill. Pencil in hand, scribbling crazily. I feel the pot bubble over, but instead of the explosion there is...relief?

Writing is good for the soul. I'm going crazy.

Mel