Sometimes I wish, I did not have the urge to write. Sometimes I think it would be easier if I had just taken an interest in cooking for instance, or sewing – that would be cool, I could make my own clothes. But no, I have to write. I can´t help it, it is almost like an addiction. But I keep coming up with excuses for why I don´t have time to write or that I am not good enough and never will be. Yesterday I got to thinking about those excuses – and they are so not good enough excuses. Don´t have time? Hallo, I am unemployed. Of course I have time. If I do not have the time for it now, when will I ever find the time? And not good enough? Well, that one is a bit tricky, but everything takes practice and time and I am sure I will be good enough some day. So what I will do now, is write about what I know, and not overthink it too much – that has always been my problem – I think to much, instead of just feel and write whatever comes.