Is it any wonder that sitting in front of this computer screen, it's a struggle to find the words to summarise my thoughts. The minute I stop typing and glance at the screen the cold, pixellated surface stems my flow. THere is nothing organic about this process.

What inspires me? This is one of these questionnaire type questions - like what's your favourite smell? Let's see, ground coffee beans; freshly cut grass, but something less obvious. The smell of a new school book, or one of those manuals that you get with your phone. You know the ones with those almost plasticky-feeling pages. That smell reminds me of these Keeper toys I used to have as a kid.

Passing scenery, being in a car, on a bus. Only time I'm ever really alone with my thoughts...but it's so relaxing that I generally can't be bothered recording them cos my pen can't keep up with my head. Can my mouth? Dictaphone...but the minute I hear my voice I get distracted, never mind a webcam. My face, my appearance has also become an unwelcome distraction. Why so self-obsessed, so vain? Can we blame society or is it an individual problem?

Why do I feel my thoughts need recording, I need to write?