I’ve been pretty busy since Wednesday, but I’ve caught a moment to breathe. It’s been a while since my legs have hurt so much.

I’ve got a big day tomorrow, but it’s meant to be all fun, and so we’ll see how I’m feeling on Sunday.

Never do I realise more how much I want to write until I really don’t have the time to. I miss getting lost in the words for hours. Those writing sessions you don’t realise have taken up six hours until you wonder why you’re hungry.

Sometimes I wonder if I write less because there’s a lot less reasons for me toescape reality (there are still reasons of course, I just mean ‘less’ depression and anxiety). I hope not.