My father was a neurosurgeon, and he made mistakes. If he had been more of a machine and less human, was never tired or sick himself and… 345 more words
I've been quiet on my blog but not from lack of writing, in fact I have never written this much in such a concentrated amount of time before and I have to confess that I am loving it so much it's pretty much taken over every waking thought of my life. If you had asked me a year ago whether I would ever write a book I would have either said, I don't have a book in me or I would have asked what for? Well now, I have completely surprised myself and discovered answers to those points, and all because I impulsively signed up to this challenge!