Finally got round to deciding to force myself to think to write. Yes. Like that.
Collecting dictionaries, thesaures's and any creative writing course or book I can lay my grabby little hands on. So excited! But also very impatient. I realise that this endeveour will take me more than just a couple of months, but I have made peace with the impatient tazmanian devil hurricaning through the corridors of my mind. I WILL finish this bloody book. Or whatever this is I think I am about to depart on. I barely care if anyone will actually read it. I just want my own baby published and stroke her every night and kiss her tenderly before I put her back in her own mahogany bookcase lined with purple velvet. Or something like it.
