It becomes real…

Space is mine. A whole room has been changed from spare bedroom to personal studio/office for me to create till my little hearts content. I love it. Inspiration is running through my bones, joints and veins right the way to my little toe and back again. Things I never knew were in me are pouring out on paper, even while I wait for the paint to dry on the wall. New flooring, rugs, furnitureĀ and computer, hence the paper while I wait. But… I am re-invented and alive. I hope the publisher sees it that way too.