Once upon a time, I was an aspiring singer-songwriter and my music teacher taught me,”a thought a day come what may”.

Because I’m so conscientious, I did just that for 10 years. Every day writing a thought a day come what may.

I filled volumes of diaries with not just song lyrics but soliloquies, musings, observations, rants and really, really bad poetry.

Those ideas became songs, scripts and better poems.

Many years later when someone suggested we turn our Maker feature film script into a novel, I baulked at the idea.

I didn’t know how to write a novel… until a monologue from our story just poured out of me.

I had learned how to flex that muscle through practice years before, allowing me to channel my creativity into the novel-writing process.

So a thought a day come what may, people.