Returning to the craft
It is a damp and dreary day at the beginning of October, a day the Scots would refer to as 'dreich' (pronounced 'dreek' ) which is one of my favourite words, as it so perfectly sums up this type of weather. I have returned from a wind-swept dog walk, arriving back home just as the rain began to spatter the pavement as a precursor to the promised storm, which lashes against the windows as I write. So here's the thing... I am writing again. I know there are those of you who will be saying "I don't understand... he's never stopped, has he?" Well yes, I did. For almost two years I was unable to write fiction following the loss of my wife. Grief will do that to you... or it did to me anyway. Though as I have mentioned before, my ongoing journey through that particular storm has led to the publication of my 'grief memoir' - Precious Dreams and Living Nightmares - written initially as therapy for me and detailing as best I could the maelstrom o...