I haven't posted in a very long time, probably not for a couple of years I reckon.  I'm restarting now as I want to refocus on my creative writing and this is a good base to do it from as there are competitions that I can enter from here.  I'm reading a lot more and being challenged by that.  I'm also writing a ghost story although it is hard going and the motivation has to come from competition deadlines at this stage.  Hopefully this will change as I get some of the old discipline back!

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