You’ve been slaving away over the first few drafts of a new story for months. No one has read it and those that have expressed an interest in your latest writing project, have only been given a few snippets.

The idea for the story took you by surprise. You had been enjoying yourself on a London tube, by reading a stranger’s to do list over their shoulder. For noting: if you never done this, you have never lived! I hate making lists as mine are boring, but I love read the lists of strangers. Especially those who frequent the Circle line on certain days of the week.

This poor commuter had no idea you were engrossed in their list of things they wanted to achieve by the end of next week.