I can never remember my dreams. I know I dream, but it’ll be one of those things were I’ll remember something later on in the day but it won’t be in any real detail, and it’ll be a slight passing moment. I remember my nightmare though. I wake up and I know I’ve had a nightmare, and I know exactly what it was about. The only reason I’m saying this is because after my nightmare this morning, I knew exactly how my book was going to start off, and I know how many of the initial pieces are all going to fall into place.

It’s a turning point for me to be honest. February 2004 was the worst month of last year for a number of reasons. This February I was wary as you can expect, it hasn’t exactly started on the brightest of notes, what with me being bed ridden for 3 days, but creatively it’s looking like a pretty good one. Loads of things to get on with, just need to start structuring my time more accurately to hit them at more concise moments is all.