I have been working with The Artist's Way by Julia Cameron these past 10 weeks after moving back to my mothers, in a small conservative town by the sea along the south coast. It has been a painful and incredible journey. I am not the same person who came hysterically depressed after a great walloping defeat, London 1 Charmaine 0. Yes, I am 26. I am a failed performance artist and perhaps I should retrain and become a Librarian or an Archivist or a Wedding Planner... Or so I thought. Fact is, 10 weeks in and I have rekindled my love of books and writing and in particular for those under 5 ft who have not yet reached puberty. I am a children's fiction writer - or am I? I just joined this site, only to write 'sight' instead of site on my first potential friends wall and I was horrified. I had butterflies because someone spoke to me who is also a writer too. It is like the first day of school, the first time you meet your partners parents or children - or - pet. I am nervous. No terrified. Yet completely in awe of myself and Julia Cameron for getting me here. Career path toward that 'grown up' twenty thou a year position gone, poof, away into the atmosphere. I am a writer - no - author and performance artist, come extraordinary me. I may not be any good and I may spell site as sight but how will I ever continue through life without a begin? For the first time in life I am being true. As true as true can be.