It’s the thing that I find just as, if not more, annoying than not being able to climb stairs or jump up and down on my bed like a five year old. It is writer’s block and it should have its own disability postcode.
Some days I can write about anything and give it wit, charm, even charisma, but this week my creativity has bailed on me. My words have found another place to live. It may not sound like a big deal, but trust me it is. I’ve been trying to think of something to write for three days now. I’ve written and deleted so many paragraphs that the ‘backspace’ key is sore and still nothing!

Freya