Practice makes... perfect?

Seriously, every day?

I have to think of something to write about every day?

Luckily, I have the Writer's Idea Book, which from now on, I will be using every day.

Seriously. Every day.

Apparently that is what writers do. They write. They don't just talk about it, dream about it, cast their favourite actors in the mental screenplays, or practise their signatures ready for the book tour.

Practice is a strange thing: do something wrong enough times, and eventually it comes out right. Where's the logic in that? But it seems to work for musical instruments. So I will persevere, and I might even attempt that whole discipline thing. I want to be good at this. I really do.

Otherwise the book tour will just be embarrassing.