She still tried to make an effort on the fashion front but, tottering around in ridiculously high heels every day, was beginning to take a toll on her ankles.
Suddenly, she had a light bulb moment and she hadn’t had one of those for years. Perhaps she should write a novel? Yes. What an excellent idea! There had certainly been enough going on throughout her life that could be drafted into a page turner. She rubbed her hands together. The thought far from phased her it excited her. Why on earth hadn’t she thought of that before? The one thing she knew she could do was write.
During a five-minute car journey, my head is alive with plot twists and conflicts, but after rushing home and sitting in front of the keyboard, the big freeze takes over my brain.