Likely! He's one of Henry's men!

What an odd development.

The endless days and nights without sleep, the lack of meditation, the inability to bubble, I would have sworn it was the end of me. Yet, now it has brought on a completely unexpected side effect.

My writing.

I spent 6 hours writing yesterday. This normally would be no great change in habit, however my lack of focus has meant that lately, I've been lucky if I could concentrate on a mindless tv show for 25 minutes, much less accomplish anything remotely resembling writing.

WRRRROOONNNG!!

My brain swims with ideas. P hasn't (or perhaps has) helped things by encouraging me to write her a short story for her birthday which will (hopefully) be in the style of one Mr. Pratchett.

That coupled with my inspiration and drive to do something crazy the other night has left me aghast.

Everyone grows up hoping to do something really big, and cool. Everyone imagines themselves as being someone who could be doing something.....something! Not just worthwhile (and in some cases not even) but cool, and distinguishable from the grey and boring.

I decided the other night there, that I was going to. No more wishing, no more wondering how cool this would be, or how interesting that would be. It's time to make it happen.

Part of this dream is of course to have some success in my writing. I hope that will happen, but I won't be putting all my eggs in one basket. I plan to do shed the inhibitions and limitations, and simply go for it all.

You can't fail if you never give up. :)

When asked by a friend (in a nice way): "You reckon you can do all of it?" my response was simple.

"Likely! He's one of Henry's Men".

:)