I’m in my home office. I’ve got a brew. The cursor is flashing. Waiting. Ideas are circling.

This blog? It’s had a refit. Didn’t need to have. Wait, it did. My instinct yelled at me to give it a refresh. So I did.

I have a novel under way. Fine. And I have a specific blog for the lads in the Greasy Spoon. Stop worrying about the blog.

Yeah… But…

I had this itch, see? Do something new. I can cover the novel later. No problem. It’s going well. I know where I’m at. The blog? Posted an update earlier. Still, I want to write something new.

My brain goes: The novel then, get on with it.

But then, there’s this other voice. It goes: Nah, mate, something new. Keeps things interesting.

Fuck.

What do I do now? Listen to every itch like this? I’d have three novels and five blogs on the go. None of ‘em getting the proper stuff. Random shite that failed to get my writing out there in the best way.

Novel, yelled my brain.

Sod off, something new! yelled the other brain. It’s a proper tangle.

Right then, easy. Shut up, other brain…

Nope. It won’t. And it might have a point. See, cramming too much into one blog isn’t the best plan. Nowt wrong with an overspill into something else. I decided to write. See what came out.

If it was shite? No problem. Leave it. But if it seemed alright? Fine. Go with it. Write more.

The key thing? I knew I could write the extra content. That matters. I ain’t putting stuff out that makes me think: “That’s shite.” It’s got to be good enough to include in my output.

Funny how it happens, right? I started out trying to shut the other voice up. But calling its bluff? Seeing if there was anything useful to come out? I learned something from that. I learned the itch is not always a bad thing. It might be worth scratching. You’ll soon know if it isn’t.

Right, so, this blog. It didn’t need a refit But it’s had one. And you know what? I’m glad it’s had one. Because a fresh coat of paint does wonders for how you feel about a room.

Brill. I’m done. And I have a new blog to publish this to. So I do.

Go on, scratch that itch.