Ooh, it's eerily quiet in here today so I thought I'd burst in with a shot of caffeine. Usually, I sneak into the coffee break late. The reason? I'm always shamefully aware of having nothing to report.
But. I've had a bit of a week. Last Saturday, I met up with JJ. We had a hoot, talking about anything and everything imaginable. It was fab. But not until Sunday teatime did it hit me how much I'd enjoyed spending time with another writer; how much I really want to be a writer. By Sunday bedtime, I'd made a decision.
Not only have I actually written some words this week, I have quit my job to write, full time, for 3/4 months (or until my meagre funds run out).
How bloomin positive is that?
One Simple Step to Becoming a Writer
But. I've had a bit of a week. Last Saturday, I met up with JJ. We had a hoot, talking about anything and everything imaginable. It was fab. But not until Sunday teatime did it hit me how much I'd enjoyed spending time with another writer; how much I really want to be a writer. By Sunday bedtime, I'd made a decision.
Not only have I actually written some words this week, I have quit my job to write, full time, for 3/4 months (or until my meagre funds run out).
How bloomin positive is that?
One Simple Step to Becoming a Writer
