Post by Kate Clarke on Jul 20, 2007 5:24:03 GMT -5
The wind raged, the rain poured and ....
Kate was having a serious lack in muse. She had always wanted to write her own book. Nothing huge. But just so she could say she had achieved something. She had always been told to write what was around her. For one the weather was pretty foul, but she didn't really want to write about that. The lounge was pretty ordinary too. She decided to give up again.
The wind raged, the rain poured and ....
She flipped to the back of her notebook and began drawing. Nothing special again. The curtains hadn't been fully drawn, and she could jus about see the edge of a tree out of the window. But it was what she could see. She curled up on the sofa, bringing the book closer.
She was in her own world. But brought back suddenly by the sound of an opening door.
Kate was having a serious lack in muse. She had always wanted to write her own book. Nothing huge. But just so she could say she had achieved something. She had always been told to write what was around her. For one the weather was pretty foul, but she didn't really want to write about that. The lounge was pretty ordinary too. She decided to give up again.
She flipped to the back of her notebook and began drawing. Nothing special again. The curtains hadn't been fully drawn, and she could jus about see the edge of a tree out of the window. But it was what she could see. She curled up on the sofa, bringing the book closer.
She was in her own world. But brought back suddenly by the sound of an opening door.
