It’s been ten – TEN – months since I posted on here. Partly my usual procrastination, partly being busy with expat life and partly, well, watching some really awesome TV. Turns out all the fuss about Breaking Bad was right!

But my itch to write never fades. I feel quite embarrassed how little I’ve done of something that I enjoy so much. I run a writing group here in Moscow, and every time I leave the group I have a kernel of an idea, that somehow only gets turned into an item on my to do list. The idea loses its lustre and I forget what I might have wanted to say, and then I don’t write.

I started a book well over a year ago. And it’s going to be good. It’s also never going to get finished if I don’t stop not doing it. So, I’ve signed up for NaNoWriMo (which is a challenge to write a novel in one month) and as part of my warm-up for that I’m going to tick those writing ideas off my list, even though they might not be as brilliantly effervescent as I once intended. So the next couple of weeks – until November begins – I’m going to clear those mental decks so the novel and I have no excuses. Gulp.

Ideas are nothing unless you act on them. I know I can write. Guess it’s time to prove it.