Some days, when I write it feels like the entire universe is working with me, throwing ideas at me like debris in a meteor storm. Some days, like this morning, I feel like I'm in a lead lined box a mile under the earth and I can't find a shred of clarity.

It's days like today when I know that i'm meant to write. At four in the morning, reading and re-reading that same sentence fifteen times should drive me to the point of insanity. I think taking a break is really important, but I also feel that if the breaks are coming before I've even started, then something is up.

Writing today was hard, but with perseverence I ended up a little further along than I would have done if I'd walked away and waited for my inspiration.

I think it's important to keep going and not panic. Everything works out as it's supposed to.

I also found out today that I didn't get shortlisted for a competition that I entered. I'm gutted that I didn't make the shortlist, if I wasn't I would be worried, I think feeling sad about rejection is okay, I think it's what I do in response to it, and tomorrow I will write like I do every day. I feel pumped for tomorrow. I will get up at five in the morning and get back on with editing the chapter that has been holding me back.