Sunday 20th of January 2013

For the first time, I think since I was a teenager, or ill, or breastfeeding, I've stayed in bed all morning reading...Virginia Woolf's 'A Room of One's Own.' And for the first time in ages, I feel excited and optimistic because I will make room in my head and my heart because there is space there to write what I want to write and for the honesty it needs and time, maybe it has taken all that has happened and for all the sadness for the right time for this to start.