Well I am absolutely exhausted and writing this purely to remind myself as to why I have undertaken the WITM Project.
I have spent the day answering emails, being positive and reassuring - even to the lady who would be a famous author if only she could write (don’t ask). When I woke up this morning I was full of enthusiasm for the day – having resolved where I was stuck in the latest plot-line and what happens? – I check the email and that is the end of that – but I do have a lovely website to show for my day.
The clocks went back last night and the day is a miserable wet one. I should be taking poor Murphy out, but my mind is fragmented and scattered, along with my good intentions, like broken glass at the play park. – that’s torn it – I have even mislaid my notebook. Orphan leaves and Orphan thoughts.
I went back to art yesterday, I love the feeling of freedom of a white piece of paper, each stage of the painting a journey into the unknown. Ah well. That is why I like writing novels – a similar freedom from the handcuffs of “should dos”