Had a bit of a crisis in Waterstones at the weekend! So many books on the shelves! How on earth can I possibly produce anything that would stand out in a slush pile let alone make it to the heady heights of a book shelf?
Then I came home and had Bridget Jones style speedy u-turn and realised that I am writing for myself (at the moment) and that I'm writing because I have to, not even because I want to. It is a compulsion, part of me, what makes me tick.
So, crisis averted and am now back on track; monologue complete, short story floundering, first draft of novel not started ... all as normal ... phew!
H-J
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