I've been reading "half of a yellow sun", and it really makes me think I should start writing again.
This blog is a way to force me to string words together in a roughly intelligible stream of conciousness, but it is a mostly a medium for my own records. To remember each sparkly magic moment that I enjoyed with much love and laughter.
Writing a book or even a long essay requires a lot more discipline, a kind of rigour which I miss. I don't know if there is any point to doing it apart from the satisfaction of having done so. It's the same motivations for running a marathon or climbing a mountain. Just the feeling of having been able to have done so.