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Brigitte, I did say that the sun is coming out. That means when I'm walking the dog down the old bridleway, inspiration can strike. For example, in the late afternoon, seeing sudden shafts of golden light pierce the tangled trees and shrubs, illuminating midges dancing their vertical ballet in the narrow corridor of warmth. I didn't say I was going to stop scribbling....just need to get out more to work out how to weave everyday life into my stories.