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I'm trying really hard to get back into this writing malarky... aside from doing it right here that is. I'm thinking more along the line of articles at this point. I have submitted (or am in the process of submitting) a couple of requests, ideas etc to some different "online magazines" on subjects that I am fairly confident of.

It seems weird to me that I can go from easily writing 5,000 word essays for school and university on obscure literary subjects (links between comic book superheroes and Ancient Greek Plays anyone?) back in the day and now find myself not knowing where to even start. I suppose writing must be one of those things you have to keep working on or you lose it?

I feel a bit like Daisy from Spaced (Pre-Shaun of the Dead, Simon Pegg sitcom) in this clip. Warning for strong language. I always had a feeling I'd end up like her when I got a little older.

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I am a 24 year old British stay at home mother to a two year old boy. Married to a U.S. soldier and currently living in Germany.

I have seen the Vatican from the very top of St Peter's Basilica, the mud in the World War I trenches outside Ypres. I have walked through Montmartre side streets bustling with people in the evening, gotten lost in the streets of Greenwich Village NYC, run through cornfields on the Welsh border and sat outside with a cup of tea watching fireflies in the fields of the outer Chicago suburbs.

I have held the hands of others through addiction, fear, suicide, despair and come out the other side. I have left everything behind to begin anew.
I have fought mental illness and walked through snow in the mountains of the lake district, England. I have explored the morgue in the bowels of an abandoned hospital on a summer evening, climbed to the top of scaffolding on the outside of a five floor warehouse to look at the city lights of Nottingham at night and I have watched the sun setting on the Texas horizon.

I have held my son's tiny hand through the plastic window on an isolette in the NICU ward. Walked, speaking only in whispers, through the catacombs beneath the ground on the outskirts of Rome and seen the fireworks over Heidelberg castle.