I'm not finding it too difficult to do this as I found out yesterday when I worked in tandem, slipping between Good News and Hethersett Herald and realising just how different the two publications are.
I was able to write in a Good News chirpy sort of way at one point and then write a much harsher article on vandalism in our village for Herald a short while after.
And doesn't that just sum us up as human beings? One moment we can feel chirpy and summery and the next we can feel tired and low and stuck in the realms of winter.
So what influences the change in feelings? Well obviously outside influences and the pressures put on us simply from living. But some days you can deal with adversity so much better than on others.
I have tried to analyse this over the years and never really come up with any answers. I know when I feel good and I know when I'm angst ridden.
But I do find writing highly therapeutic and I'm really pleased that it allows me to show so many different sides of my character. My blog is written in a chatty style, my diary in a much more serious way, our book on the massacre was pretty serious, but I did try to bring a personal angle into play.
The trick is to come up with a funny column when I'm feeling low and conversely come up with a serious column when I' m feeling happy. It is possible to do this and sometimes what I write affects the way I feel.
At our regular monthly writers' group on Thursday evening I read out a piece entitled "Dear Mum." It's designed to be the last part of my autobiography and I got the idea from Gyles Brandreth and one of his books in which he writes an open letter to his departed father, telling him about his life etc.
I thought it would be a good way of finishing off my autobiography and a way of expressing some feelings I haven't expressed before. The others in the writers' group said they had felt it very moving, which for me was a huge compliment.
One of the other things I read at the meeting was my 100 word piece written a couple of months ago. I did say in a previous blog that I would post it here at a future date but can't for the life of me remember whether I have done so.
So with apologies if you have already had this. If you haven't here is my 100 words story. As you can imagine writing a story in 100 words is tough. You can't really say that much:
"Lewis Barrett would go far, his teachers said.
Louis to his friends was educated at Oxford and became a civil servant and an ambassador travelling the world. Louis was a man of stature, became a freeman of London in recognition of his benevolence and for setting up a number of schools for the poor.
Now Louis sits alone most of the day. His friends are gone, along with his beloved Dora. His children and grandchildren visit regularly but he doesn't know them. To Louis they are strangers and Louis is now a stranger to them.
"He's lost his mind," they say.