Eighteen

I started writing this morning. I haven't had the urge in years. Many, many years. I haven't set down a plot, I didn't plan anything out, I just opened a fresh Word document and started typing. I'll be uploading each chapter onto a story sharing platform as soon as I'm done writing it. You have to do something to start wanting to do it. Maybe this will get me going again. 

Also, I found a dead cockroach in my toilet. My fourth one since the start of the summer. Where do they come in from? At least the flat mate is doing her job.