I haven't put pen to paper for a some time, of late I've had a line of reasons (or excuses) to help myself feel better for being a writer who doesn't write.
I am a writer. I need to write.
My lack of motivation and 'if I say I'm a writer, I am one' attitude needed to change so today I've enquired about two writing groups in Manchester and a part time creative writing course but the best part of my day was sitting on my sofa and writing in my journal. The work itself may never see the light of day again but I did it, I ignored the broken lap top, the dirty dishes, the tv, the shops, the dog, the cats and the mountain of rubbish excuses that I've been coming up with and I wrote.