Got a seed of an idea. Self-therapy it'll probably be in essence. Go tentatively putting a few things down on paper (laptop of course). See if it starts to 'spill'. See if the over-dribbling becomes a small pond and then a lake and then Storm Dennis; hope so.
Thing is - I've been creatively inactive for so long. Grieving. Mourning. Starting to begin the end now I hope. Realising that there is no piont in this perpetual vicious cycle of analysis and re-analysis. Reappraising where they and ... or ... I went wrong - how we could all end up with no communication - my family that is.
Now I'm back on it (writing that is) - annoyingly I see that Blogger has removed the spellchecker feature and Firefox (my preferred browser) allegedly has a spellchecker (which is ticked) but it, so far, is doing nothing (as proved a moment ago with an intentionally misspelt word).
My seed of an idea is:
Could I possibly list or just turn into very short stories all the little anecdotal memories that I have of what I think my children and their children ought to want to know about? That's people, places, experiences - not just mine - but even some of theirs that they may have forgotten about.
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