The start of another week, Monday is always faced with trepidation, but on the whole I guess it's reputation is far worse than the reality.  I am facing a step into the unknown in 2 weeks by sloping off to Scotland for a week on an Arvon course, it consists of a cottage in the middle of nowhere with 3 published authors who will guide you through your literal ambitions.
I am looking forward to the challenge it brings and even more so the opportunity to step from life's treadmill if only for a brief period. There is also the real fear that I may find out that writing is something of a small hobby rather than something I am committed to, the question mark is there, though my sheer enjoyment from putting pen to paper is blissful.
I hail from a background where praise was something you gave other people, never something you received. I am and never will be good enough in my own eyes and that is inbuilt regardless of ability or lack of it. To people who have the confidence of knowing their abilities and accepting them my comments must seem very immature or at the very least ridiculous but the truth is it's a habit and as we all know habits are hard to break.
Once back from my course I hope to be able to edit and finalise my first attempt at a novel called 'a sense of duty' which is a story that has semi-biographical parts and the rest artistic licence, so i hope i can do it justice. As for my poetry, well i love writing it and it needs only one nice comment to make my day so i will continue with it and hope that you the audience like at least some of the work.

Enjoy your Monday and remember not to take life too seriously, after all none of us get out alive ;)