I deleted all the games from my computer. I spent days trawling the Internet. I started slowly.

My inner critic who had begun piping up about how hopeless I was and how I didn't know to write.

I decided to write about the myths of divorce.

If you really want to write, then shut yourself in a room, close the door, and WRITE. If you don't want to write, do something else. It's as simple as that.

Reading Stephen King's book, On Writing, was like being cornered and forced to have a long, drawn out mental enema.

My biggest excuse to others and myself was that I had writer's block, as if it was some kind of illness.