Nothing exciting, nothing interesting. I’m most likely to be pottering around the flat, thinking of the story I am working on. Okay, I do have some idea’s that I am willing to put down into words, but it’s doing that! To some people that might not be the hardest part for them, but for me? that’s the only thing that gets in my way. I’ve written a part, or scene, something I was randomly writing at the time and my cousin liked it. I was actually amazed and still to this day don’t really believe her, but it was nice to get a good review like that. It was a scene where a girl was at this club with her friend, Craig, and someone had slipped her drink. She began feeling dizzy, light-headed and her hearing became muffled, but the music had still kept in contact. Craig called her name, she didn’t answer, then she fell to the ground and Craig took her outside. There is more to it, more explaining and detailing, but the point is I concentrate more on small parts of a story than an actual middle, beginning or ending. I did write something last night, something unfortunately I didn’t want to continue to write, or write in fact. Vampires are starting to get on my nerves, as much as I am fascinated with them, I don’t want to end up writing another novel like Twilight, True Blood, The Last Vampire, even Cirque Du Freak, which involves vampires. But I suppose that will be a start, unless I come up with another idea, which I have, but haven’t thought it through properly.