I felt like a 'proper' writer two evenings ago. The baby went to sleep like a ...well, like a baby, so I decided to tweak the ghost story I was talking about in my last post. Then I looked up submission guidelines for a couple of the women's mags that carry fiction, and, feeling inspired, began to sketch out a new short story.
A couple of hours later, and one brief doze in front of the laptop, it was complete, and when I read the rough draft yesterday, I can see the potential in it. I'm just struggling to find time to keep going while my motivation is high.
And I'm still struggling to keep my eyes open.