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?
