Saturday, 29 January 2011


Sometimes this is harder than writing. I get itchy fingers at the weekends. Characters mumble at the back of my mind. I get brilliant ideas and when I write them down, realise they make no sense at all.

I'm writing now, of course. I tell myself this doesn't count. Except I just looked up and saw my kids have build a fort three metres cubed using every piece of soft and hard furnishing in the house, one of my sons is inside a 'robot' made of chairs and the other is trying to decapitate him.

Wait a moment. That gives me an idea...

More Life as a Writer...

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