I go out with my MP3 player on, listening to some of my fave music, when BAM! Along comes an idea for my novel, except i'm meant to be catching up on my uni work and have little inspiration at this present moment in time.
I would love to sit down, type out all my uni work and then get started again on my novel, but nooooooo, my brain(such as it is) will not allow me to do so. Instead i'm sat like a prune in front of my screen cursing and swearing (in my head, the family is downstairs), that I cannot think of what i'm doing! Gah!!!
I have too little time and too much work to do within it... ahhhh the story of my life; well, part of it at least.
