Being offline is a little like being cast on a desert island; I told myself that there was lots to do, like finishing a story - but I still felt bereft.  Now I have begun another tale and feel  a bit guilty about it.  It's the first time I've ever based a story on something even remotely connected to what has happened personally and find that I am really enjoying writing it.  Well, I love writing anyway but this is something extra.  Revenge?  I have a sneaking suspicion that it might be, and revenge is something we are not supposed to seek, are we?