I’m sat in a forest; it’s raining, it’s cold, the wind blows, but the day is wonderful and I want to smile. There is beauty all around and I want to write about it. In fact, I want to write about so many things. I’m beginning to realise that even though it’s a little sad, a writer needs to choose, to make some hard choices. Time is the one thing that prevents everything happening at once; time moves on. Yesterday, lost in my thoughts, plotting my next chapter, I was stopped in the forest by a lady. She asked, “Do you have the time?" I replied, ‘Wednesday!’ She smiled. Time is important to remember, but sometimes it's important to forget!