Gym was ok, though sometimes i cant help but feel like one of those hamsters running in a wheel....going nowhere but again (and again). Sometimes i think gym can be boring. Im thinking about joining an aerobics class - which is something i never thought id do as i'm rather uncordinated.
I'm sort of getting over my gym germ phobia by living in a deep denial about the existence of gym germs ( *hands over ears* la la la la la la - I cant hear you , there is no such thing as gym germs)
I must admit I felt more perky after gym (as i always do) and was actually happy The Boyf had coaxed me to go.
Lately Ive been thinking alot about writing. Not just blog writing or writing in general, but writing with a purpose. A purpose of achieving a goal. The goal being "a novel". I want to start writing one. Its been a life long dream (as I am sure it is for many of you reading this).
In the past I have tried to write (ever since i was a teen). I have boxes of half scribbled stories and a mountain of poetry stored away in unused cupboards at my parents house. *sigh* How do you know you have what it takes to be a writer?
I have ideas for my future novel, but possibly too many. The plots keeps changing and occassionally I feel my ideas sound too silly when i say them out loud. Hopefully procrastination will leave me and i'll just start. Then i'll just see where the words lead me. I'll keep you posted on this subject.
A little note - I noticed a week or so ago that I now have 60 followers (so cool!!!) Thank you to all who "follow" this blog. I feel special.