I have so many stories in my head, I wish I could plug my brain into the computer and let rip. I believe writers block comes when one gets bogged down by niggling conscious thought. They try to think of what others would or wouldn’t like, even afraid of what mum, dad or granny will say, wanting it to be a best seller and will an agent or publisher like it. I let my stories write themselves, let my imagination do the typing and forget the world about me. I love to be in the clouds, be in all aspects of the story, write for the absolute wonders of it and take away what anyone else thinks. If it just ends up in my draw or read by a partner or friend, so be it. Least I allowed myself the freedom to express that, which is inside me. Inspiration is inspired by heart, the true heart of a writer.