Marsha had been looking at the blank page of her manuscript for almost half an hour now, and it was still blank. It was stark, clear, bright, annoying, mocking, blank. Sighing, irritated she rolled over onto her back so that she could look at the roof of the room; her book and pens on the floor above her arm.

As she looked at the roof, she focused on her even breathing just like she would do if she was brushing down Chestnut at home. Man, she missed Chestnut. Silently, Marsha wished she could have taken her with her to Hogwarts, even though she knew that she couldn’t have her pony her, didn’t stop her wanting it though.

Next, she thought back to the list of questions that they had been asked to answer. Which did she want to answer? In which order? How should she decorate each page? Urgh. She didn’t know yet and she didn’t want to do it wrong…

Okay. Idea.

Rolling back over to her stomach, she opened the book to the very first page and decided that she would decorate this page, it wouldn’t need to be anything specific really so it would be easy enough to do now. Picking up the graphite pencil that had been tossed to the ground a few minutes before, she leant over the page intending to draw the Welsh dragon, as well as a few daffodils to symbolise her nationality. Perhaps some butterflies, maybe a Griffin for Cadfael… A Welsh Oak tree to symbolise … life and nature? Hmmm.

She sketched out a few different symbols trying to figure out a composition that she liked. Eventually she found something that she liked enough to ink. She hummed along to herself as she waited for the ink to dry so that she could colour the designs in pencil and not smudge the ink.