And then…after an evening of dismal telly and some more prevarication on the NaNoWebsite… installing essential word count meters, which I will probably never need at this rate.
I spilt water all over my desk. It went everywhere and then I started to write..it just flowed out. The storms around me, just making me feel that I needed to be here, doing this action at this moment. I have so many stories inside me to be told – Days of adventure and Knights I wish were bold.
I just need to get stuck in and write, venture off, stop cantering down the old-rutted tracks and find new fresh pastures. Fields of golden corn and weeds, which are beautiful flowers by any other name.