A couple of days ago I felt inspired to sit down and write. I wrote two very intricate paragraphs describing the salt flats on the Essex coast, their appearance, atmosphere, history etc.

Strange isn't it?

I can hear you asking why.

Well, it is strange because I have never been to Essex in my life, or this type of coastline and have never to my knowledge ever heard anything about the salt industry of the area - in fact when I sat down to write it I had intended to write an entry for the resources under the section of 'Snow', but instead this came out.

Well the whole thing was very spooky, and I must confess to feeling a bit rattled.

Most puzzling events in my life are approached by Googling as a first resort. So I Googled - in webpages and images - and then things were most definitely spooky because everything I had written was true and accurate, plants I had mentioned, wildlife, and landscape, even the peculiar spoon shaped bay which I had described and the disused salt workings there.

I'm going to keep on writing this work because I want to see what happens. I don't know if it's a novel, novelette, or just a short story, or a piece of writing about the sale industry - I guess I'll just have to wait and see.