Surely it can’t be November 1st already? And yet somehow, it is… how crazy. I have started my novel with only a slight notion of what it is about. But – I’ve started, and that’s the main thing. 400 and something words typed while the small dude was having his morning porridge 
I feel so sad lately, and I guess I do know why. There are a couple of things niggling at me, noisy neighbours and feeling alone with struggling with that, feeling disconnected and lonely. And I am worried about a friend, the friend I ALWAYS end up blogging about. I’m worried in that awful way, though – the kind when there is nothing you can do, and you feel hopelessly out of your depth.
Actually, that sums up how I’m feeling in general. Like I just want an adult to come along and sort everything out while I eat chocolate and watch telly, until I remember that whoops, I am an adult. And I have to fight my own battles now.
It’s hard.
Wow, I admire your dedication! I dont know how you do it alongside a Level 3 OU course.
I did A215 Creative Writing last year, which was a lot of fun