As you may have noticed, if you follow my Instagram or FB page, recently I’ve been utterly in love with my mountain bike. I’ve been riding a bike for years, for fun, for a burst of adrenaline and as a commuter. It’s part of who I am and what I like to do. After buying… Continue reading Friendship, determination and fun
I was finding it almost impossible to find the time (and the energy) to write. Generally I would struggle along, doing bits and pieces of writing here and there, on the train to work, the occasional evening, or when my inner critic got angry enough I would shut myself away with the intention of just writing for the whole weekend. But intentions are just ideas and even after this enforced solitude I would often feel that I hadn't written enough. This lack of productivity was enough to charge up my inner critic and there I was again, falling fast back down into the black hole of creative block and general despair at my writing-self.