Words

I must must must explain the title of this blog, before I go any further. There was a young girl, named Rachel Corrie - an American aid worker who died, tragically, at a very young age. I won't explain her story here, I haven't got the right words. But I will say I went to see a play, My Name Is Rachel Corrie, which does tell her story with power, respect and intimacy, and in her own words (emails, letters, diaries). One scene sees Rachel referring to herself as 'that bad other girl', lounging in a messy room, day dreaming and writing - in this aspect, I saw myself in Rachel! I hope she wouldn't mind me borrowing her words (what else are words for?). Please do read about her story, if you want a rare taste of what is important in the world. And go and see the play if you get even a glimpse of a chance. It's possibly the best piece of theatre I have witnessed. These links should help:

http://www.rachelcorrie.org

http://www.thenation.com/doc/20060403/weiss

http://www.mynameisrachelcorrie.co.uk/

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Words pile up in me like a traffic jam, but, of course, presented with blank page [or indeed, a blank box] the words decide they'll stay inside.

A blog is ultimate freedom - no guidelines, no rules. And that freedom is almost too much. Because I can say anything, I really have nothing to say. Except of course, i actually have a lot to say.

I'll start with ten facts about myself which might give some background to anything I might happen to write in the future.

One: I'm twenty, nearly twenty-one.
Two: I'm female
Three: I have just finished university
Four: I can only wish to be moral and creative.
Five: I work hard at life, making sure it's fun and stylish, as well as successful.
Six: My friends and family mean the world to me, but I know I'm alone.
Seven: I like doing stuff, and I like documenting stuff even more.
Eight: This blog is for writing . . .
Nine: . . . but you can read it if you want.
Ten: I don't like reducing things, so I'll stop here.