I have started and deleted a couple of blogs now. There is an odd kind of satisfaction that comes from writing something and then making it go away. It’s that feeling all writers share. In the good old days this was best expressed with a wastepaper basket surrounded by crumpled paper. Of course, no one write on a manual typewriter any more, do they? Well, if they do, is it at all likely that they read blogs in their spare time? Anyway, here I am, at the start again. A clean slate, a blank book waiting to be filled. It…