November 3rd 2015 Today I’m trying to figure out the next step. Uni is done. Travelling is done. I’m home. What’s next?  I want to write, right? But what does that mean? I’ve written. I have a novel, I’ve had it for two years and where is it? It’s in a cupboard somewhere. I have ideas, but where are they? They’re in my head, not on paper. And every time I try to put them on to paper I freeze.  I wanted to start writing today, after a successful planning day yesterday, but I couldn’t. Because I had more planning … Continue reading Next