My passion, for as long as I can remember - all that's changed is what I write, it was poetry when I began. The thing about passion though is that it is inconstant. It burns out and reignites. I almost envy people with the 'fun hobby' relationship with writing, it seems like it would be easier to live with.

Running cold this week, but life is happening. Also we have hard rickety dining chairs in front of the new computer, we've not had the opportunity to buy computer chairs. With computer games or browsing I get up every few minutes; it would break my concentration to do that while writing, so its been short things or nothing.