the last 6 months or so have been a struggle. I knew it; I recognised the signs of depression but just wasn't strong enough to remove the dark cloud that hung over me. However I also recognised the signs that meant it could be worse. As long as I was eating, all could be okay. However, at home, alone, I avoided reality by hiding on the internet, reading short stories, playing games - but I wasn't writing.
Writing is something I do when I am in my darkest moments but I couldn't commit to that. I couldn't even commit to my study - dropped out of 1 class and barely scraped in a pass in the other.
So now - now I am feeling better, not 100% but better. I have a couple of health issues - need to have the gall bladder removed - should only be an overnighter. However I spent a week in hospital with pancreatitis and during my stay spent mostly on morpheine on fluids I had a dream, a good one and I think its a basis for a novel...
so the desire to write has returned - now I have to buckle down and do it - as well as work, uni and golf :0 kinda nice to be busy again!
