A book in the making.

         It was a tuesday and the day was still young. I'd woken with the pillow-thoughts of the night before still fresh in my head, and for the first time in a long while i was feeling optimistic, so i sat staring at the blank screen of my computer with a thrilling sense of adventure because well.. i was going to write a book, and i knew that like everything i would do from that moment on - it was going to be spectacular.
         My life had changed, i was no longer void of enthusiasm and my bedroom walls seemed now a slight blue - whereas before they'd appeared grey.
         I hadn't yet written any words, but that wasn't important. I thought to myself, a great book comes from the mind and not the fingers, and my mind was full to the brim with words of