At around 4.10am this morning, for a good 2 minutes, I was convinced that someone or something was trying to kill me. The sound came out of nowhere waking me from my sleep, emanating from the roof directly above me. What ever it was it meant only one thing, I was moments from death.
That was of course before I’d fully woken. It’s true to say I was startled and did spend a good five minutes after the noise occurred trying to re-locate my heart and put in back safe within my chest. But I soon realised that I was not under attack.
I often wonder why it is I love to write Blogs. It’s true to say that I ask myself this question most when struggling to come up with something to write about. We’ve all been there, the dreaded ‘writers block’ but if you want to write you need to find a way around it.
In the early days my blog took the form of a challenge in which I set myself the task of writing a thousand words everyday for as long as I could. I didn’t expect it to last long but managed a, not pitiful, 4 months. I would often end up writing two blogs in a day when I knew work would prevent me posting the following day. It was often a struggle but the sense of satisfaction that came from finishing a blog is something that I still feel to this day.