I have a compulsive writing disorder.

A penchant for scribblings of absolute nonsense one moment and deep heartfelt rants the next. What can I say, I’m hooked and it’s a filthy addiction which threatens to consume my life.

It’s one of the only things I can do hungover. It’s something which knows no boundaries or constraints, all that is required is the seed of an idea, some wild imaginisation and a writing implement.

I relish the moments when an idea pops into my head or when words just seem to fall out of my mind seemingly coming from an alternate reality. My husband believes it’s coming through a psychic conduit from my own self but in a higher dimension of consciousness. Who knows?! Either way it brings me great satisfaction and much amusement, maybe one day it will bring me great riches too!