Last week I faced the fear of the blank page. What if nothing came to mind? What if I'd run out of ideas? I took the leap and, armed only with a sharp pencil and a packet of Jaffa cakes, I started scribbling. Almost literally.
I wrote a jumble of words on the page, a random mix of adjectives and nouns, and waited for the magic to happen...
I'd almost reached the bottom of the first page when I wrote the two words - the boy. And instantly I could see him, I knew where he was and what he was doing.
Now all I need to do is get to know him and find out if he has a story to tell.
My three children have all gone back to school and it's the start of a new year which to many of us means the possibility of new beginnings. My latest novel, Beat the Drum, is tucked away in a bottom drawer before its final edit and so it's time to start a new writing project. And so this is why I find myself sitting in front of a cosy fire (it's freezing outside!) with a new notebook on my knee in the hope that a new idea will pop into my head out of the ether. Wish me luck...
Emma Mooney is a writer of Scottish contemporary fiction and is the author of A Beautiful Game. and Wings to Fly.