poppity

40,000 words written, so a little over half way and I’ve just stopped. And it is so painful to not write.
This is the only thing I have ever wanted to do with my life, and yet still I can’t finish it.
But I am writing this as a way of blowing the whistle on myself-because to finish it all I have to do is start writing again. I don’t have to take on the whole 35,000 unwritten words, i just have to write 500- God willing

I don’t know- a bit of a strange one this, and I can’t think how I could go about it, but I have always wanted to!

I ran this 10k last October-my first ever, and I loved it! I loved the crowds, running with so many other people, not being the first or last but in with the crowd. Then I did another one-aiming to beat my time, and I hated it! It became about the time and not about the running. Now I want to run another race and my goal is to enjoy doing it