One of the most frustrating things that have happened to me since my stroke is the inability to write fiction fluently (if at all). However inept my writing might seem to some, I thought I had some minimal hope of someone enjoying my work. A random interaction between a (very) young couple on the bus a few days ago, though, has the literary 'juices' trickling, if not actually flowing, and I wonder if I could manage to produce a paragraph or two. I have a plot, of sorts, and a title, too. Whether it could materialise in any sensible way is dubious, at the best, but I can daydream, at least.
Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B
Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B
