Creeping Ever Closer

I'm blogging from my bed and I love it. It's getting towards the end of November, winter is starting to set in, the end of another year is creeping ever closer and Christmas is nearly upon us.
Believe it or not Christmas is my favourite time of the year, not because of the gifts and certainly not because of it's religious connotations, although in reality Christmas has little to do with Christianity and is infact a much earlier pagan festival which has merely been renamed. Christmas is my favourite time of the year because of the general feeling of togetherness it brings about, even my dysfunctional mess of relatives feels like a family over Christmas.

Frustration

Don't you just hate it when you feel that you want to do something but when you sit down to try and actually do it you just can't? I've been like that about blogging and writing in general. Both are something I really enjoy doing, both give me sense of fulfilment and pleasure, however, every time I get myself set up and sit down to write nothing comes, my mind blanks out and whatever idea I had that made me feel like writing something in the first place is gone. I guess you could call it a writers block, but I'm not really a writer, I just do it for my own pleasure, most of the time I'm fully aware that no one is ever going to read what I've written, in some cases it wont even get published to one of my blogs nevermind make it to any actual physical presence. what I'm really getting at is I know there is things I want to say and I know I've got good ideas that I want to get written down but for a reason currently beyond my understanding I can't and I'm finding it extremely frustrating.