Trying to write while my head is in a vice, my one eye feels like its looking down a child's kaleidoscope and the rest of me feels as though I've been skewered on a hundred (okay, I exaggerate.... fifty) knitting needles isn't easy. :roll:

So why do I do it? Well, partly because even if I sat idly by and did nothing at all, even if I went to bed in a darkened room, I would still feel as though my head is in a vice, my one eye feels like... etc. etc.

So I feel that I might as well have something to show for the day.

There's something about writing that seems to drive me. It's been like that ever since I was a very small child. I can remember writing stories in my first handwriting book (about a teddy bear and a cat, as I recall :) ) and throughout my childhood I filled up endless exercise books and sheets of paper with writing.

I even wrote down conversations I'd overheard. If I'd had a mind to, I think I would have made a good spy. :)

Of course, one problem with writing is that it has a tendency to take over your life. I have to allow a lot of breaks, make myself do other things etc.

If the weather stays dry, I might even make it out into the garden to enjoy the cold sunshine!