It's been over a week since I've had a chance to do some writing, and I've got itchy fingers. You writers will know the feeling - there's an idea, or plot-line, or snippet of dialogue that's been percolating in your brain, and you're just waiting for the opportunity to put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard) to bring it forth into the universe.

My last writing session was idyllic: at a beach-side cafe on the Sunshine Coast, armed with a skinny, extra-hot, caramel latte (pedantic, I know!) and a serve of raisin toast. When I couldn't quite grasp the best word or phrasing, I could gaze out at the ocean for inspiration. I was able to write two scenes during that session, completing the first chapter of my new YA novel.

The next opportunity I have to write will be far less ideal, I'm sure. It's bound to be a spare (who has spare time these days?!) 30 minutes stolen away from the housework, or the other myriad, inane duties that pile up in a day. It may be sitting in my favourite chair in the living room, or on a park bench while I watch my children play (yes, it's the school holidays!).

But the important thing for me, and for all writers out there, is that I write.  It doesn't need to be perfect, or profound, or even pretty. As long as I get my thoughts out onto paper, then that is enough for today. :)