I will be back...

It's late, well, it is for me anyway. Don't usually stop up till this time in the morning - 12:35 pm when I start this blog. It's just that sometimes I have trouble getting to sleep when the writing has been intense, and what's the point in going to bed when your mind is racing at 115 mph, and your pulse is beating like a drum. Could blame P I guess, but it's not really her fault, it's mine.

It's the writing actually. I'm not used to writing to a strict format, I've always let my stories run free, take me wherever they feel like going. That's great when you're writing for yourself, but not so hot when you're writing for someone else, especially someone as demanding as her.

So why do I do it? Why have I been doing it ever since she first appeared in my life and asked me whether I'd like to help her write a story. It's still only three months ago, yet it seems more like half a lifetime. I don't mean that in a nasty way, on the contrary, it's been an adventure... an education I wouldn't have missed for the world. Oh, and I like her of course. That could have something to do with it I suppose.

And while I'm on about writing (do I ever talk about anything else?), I leave for Falmouth in a couple of days time. Not sure how long it'll be before I get back online and post another blog, but I will be back. Who was that I heard doing the groaning? Won't make a bit of difference, I will be back.

Chris