Do I love writing? The answer is: sometimes. When it flows, it feels as if I am a bird of prey being whisked effortlessly along by the ebb and flow of the breeze. It feels magical. But equally there are days when it feels as if each word is being forced through a minute gap and when it finally spurts out onto the page, it seems, at the time, awkward and all wrong.
But I have learned to just keep on writing anyway. And strangely, some of my best writing has occurred during those ‘force through a small gap’ moments.