It’s Sunday morning and I am trying to get moving. I managed to get as far as getting dressed but I know I have so many things to do, so why is it I am struggling to move?
I think in part it is knowing I have loads of washing to catch up on. The rain of last week had been replaced by glorious sunshine so I need to take advantage while I can.
What I really want to do is curl up and finish the third book in the series I am reading…

The thing is for the first time in ages I am torn, I want to read the story so badly but I don’t want to reach the end either. Good stories do that, they tear you apart, make your heart race, and draw every emotion from your soul.
I have been doing a lot of thinking lately about the difference between writing what you love and what sells. Whether it is possible to do both if your genre is not a popular one or if you can adapt and modify your ideas?
What was my conclusion? Well, you will have to wait and see but it will be fun…