Updated the 100 words with a story of an army of flowers titled, “an army of mum”. Not exactly what I had in mind, but I couldn’t not use the line, ‘Your flower children are in full attention’, from my previous writer’s piece, which was about hippies in the sixties.

Puns galore in the piece. Sorry.

Today was a relief. I finally got to do some writing for myself. It’s been quite awhile since I have been inspired to put pen to paper, literally.

I think that’s been my problem. I never have been truly comfortable writing on a computer. Just something about using a keyboard doesn’t make it feel truly like writing. To combat this, I purchased a blank, unlined notebook a couple of months ago. I read that Neil Gaiman uses blank notebooks and thought that I might give it a go. I knew what pen I would use; I have a fountain pen that I was given as a gift many years ago. The only problem was that the ink cartridges I purchased didn’t fit so I had go back to the shop to get another package. This time, I made them fit.

So, after numbering the pages of the blank notebook I was ready to write. Uninspired, but ready. That is, until today came along.

I had been toying around with some ideas for some time now and didn’t think I could, or should start something until I had more. I decided that today, since I am waiting for the rewrites for the screenplay project, I was going to take the plunge and just start writing, seeing where it would lead. It led to a not-too-shabby fifteen pages, handwritten.

If I can keep this up, I might be able to get a full-length novel out of this. I just have to stay disciplined and write at least a few pages everyday.