Regardless of my good intentions (intentions so good in fact that I actually Googled to see if I could find any deep, heart destroying ballad lyrics to try inflict a little, you know, interest into this, but all I could find was a song by Dappy, so lets not) I haven’t written anything in 21 days. 

I could lie, try to redeem myself by claiming: “Work is just MAD busy” “I’ve been out of the country with little access to civilisation” “The new book is ALMOST there”, but we all know the truth. I’m fundamentally lazy and easily uninspired. 

So we’ll go with something which frequented my school reports: Must Try Harder