Oh, hello October, where the hell did you come from? Honestly I feel like I've been having one of those weeksmonths years. When everything is just all over the place and you want and need to centre yourself but it's seemingly impossible. Nothing goes bloody right, including the best laid plans. Everything feels erroneous and ideas are stale. Inspiration, the globe-trotting prick has abandoned me, extending his weekly vacation to monthly and preferring the company of cashed up Europeans over yours truly. He remains adrift, most probably overindulging in strawberry gelato, airy macarons and eclairs swelling with crème pâtissière and ganache. Creative funks and blocks in theory are expected to relent sporadically, yet mine seem overtly comfortable by my side. How I wish they'd depart and free me so I could continue making magic. Urgh when does it end? So much for making August my bitch. How do you break free of those all consuming ruts? And anyone else feel like 2014 is panning out to be one of those years? I suppose there is still adequate time for something fabulous to manifest itself; not all hope is lost just yet. Kismet happens.