Would you believe I forgot to take anything to write on while I was away? I hate packing and always leave it to the last minute, which nearly always ends in me forgetting something I really ought to have brought. At least I remembered underwear, I suppose.

And, continuing with the positive thinking, at least the little break from writing has me pretty keen to crack the lid off a pen when I get home. I’ve even found the motivation to bring out an old story again…

Happy Easter, whatever you’re doing (hopefully eating lots of chocolate).