Patience.

I love that feeling you get when you finish a book.  If you’ve loved it you feel a certain attachment to it but it’s still satisfying to reach the conclusion.  If you haven’t enjoyed it then you’re just darn grateful to have reached the end!  I also love the fact that it’s time to choose what to read next.  I have a whole pile of books waiting to be read at the moment.  I am never without something to read.  I always have the best intentions of reading them in order but when it comes down to it I’ll go with what I’m drawn to.  Once I’ve chosen, the first page is always exciting, holding the promise of something fabulous.

The same can be said when I begin work on a new project.  You begin with the smallest idea for something and gradually it grows and comes alive.  It seems at the moment that I have quite a few ideas that I’m working on.  In my darker moments I chastise myself and wonder why I always seem to be starting something but never finishing.  The truth is that I do finish.  Only a couple of weeks ago I finished a short story and submitted it for publication (watch this space!).  So there you go.  Maybe I’m finding my writing style.  Ideas begin and sometimes they take a while to grow but they get there in the end.  Patience has never been my strong point but I’m slowly getting better at it.