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A fiction writer and mum to three great kids, also lucky enough to be married to the man of my dreams. In spite of that mushy comment I do not write flowery romance - I like a nice helping of real life grit in my work. I have a Diploma in Literature & Creative Writing from The Open University and remain a member of the wonderful Watford Writers, despite moving on several times. I am a big fan of Swanwick Writers Summer School which has taught me a great deal and where I have made many great friends. I have yet to reach the dizzy heights of becoming a published superstar but will continue to send my work out into the world.

Tuesday, 14 October 2014

In The Wee Small Hours

Well, I went to bed at 10:15 and got back up at 11:30.  Sleep evaded me. I had a little nugget whispering to me, telling me to get up and write - so I did.  I have written 700 words of a flash fiction piece for my writers group.  I can't say they are all good words, things always look different in the morning don't they.  When I say morning I mean proper morning, you know, when normal people get up and go to work not 1:30 in the morning.  Does that happen to anybody else? Please say it does. Don't let me think I'm alone.  Actually I'm not alone, up and around at this silly hour that is.  I just peeped through the curtains and saw a fox.  Ah, such beautiful yet misunderstood creatures.  I'm sure it knows better than to go into next door's garden, not with the size of their dog.

Well I won't say goodnight or even good morning, I have that odd feeling that the wee small hours haven't finished with me just yet.