The human mind is indeed a complicated thing, it's not difficult to be torn in so many directions, especially when you have a family too.

For example, it is almost 6.30am and I am up early because Ashleigh's pup, Eva needed a wee. I would've gone back to bed, but I couldn't as my mind is racing. Therer are so many things I would like to do, things that appeal to me. I would like to try and write some of my "book" but I have so many ideas I don't know which one to get down first. I would also like to pick my cross-stitch up at some point, I also need to make sure that today I have enough energy to walk the dogs as we didn't go out yesterday and I need to get the house back in order now that Christmas day is behind us.

Then when I think about my "book" there are so many ideas in my head, so many plots, so many ways of thinking that my mind is a labyrinth of unexplored corridors and full of colourful characters and possible beginnings, middles and endings. I am a little surprised at how busy it is in there to be honest. I am feeling frustrated cos I haven't tried to do something this big before, I believe I am capable but I need some advice I feel. I think I could well end up with a co-writer and I believe it may be Ashleigh, we could be the next PC and Kristen Cast, so to speak.

I hear footsteps on the stairs, I think it's Kiefer so my peace is now shattered anyway, time to begin Mum duties for the day, and the author in me goes back in her corner to think of some more plots and endless possibilities.

Have a good day!