I can write about a range of things, people in improbable situations, places that don't exist, things that will probably never happen BUT when it comes to sitting down and writing about me, or about what I've written I break out in a cold sweat.... wordless.

I've been trying to put together an application for the Varuna HarperCollins Masterclass. As part of the submission I have to give them one page about me as a writer and up to two pages about my project and what I hope to get out of the Masterclass should I be so lucky as to be chosen.

I must finish it tomorrow night - I want to get it in the mail before I go away for the weekend.