I awoke this morning with a feeling I hadn't experienced for a long time. I wanted to write - not for academic purposes, but to clear a backlog of ideas. I had forgotten what it was like to write for the sheer joy of it all. I cleared over 2,000 woirds today, with minimal changes and continual clear observation. Probably haven't had that in over 4 years, such has the demands of a degree course.
* theatrical sigh *
Actually, it felt great. Even though I have finished it for now, I have a feeling it is a work in progress and I will look forrward to reading it again and then making subtle editing/rearranging/rewriting suggestions. Well, I have to make the most of it as I am back up at Plymouth next week.