I'm afraid of the dark, and the noises in it. seems everyone's writing but me I'm in a ground floor flat, and it seemed a few moments ago that someone was walking around the outside of it. it's not that I don't have anything to write about, I do. Tapping on the walls next to my PC. I've been in Coffs Harbour for 3 weeks, system testing, I have 21 days I spent in America to write of, I have 27 pages of notes. jiggling the security door into the flat. I just am overwhelmed by all I want to write. By everything. the other day I woke up, and the security door was unfastened. and so I roam and surf and avoid. I always lock it. and the words roam through me, shredded edged and biting. I'm afraid of the dark, and the noises in it. seems everyone's writing but me.