By Annabel I was reminded about Brueberon (my dragon) 3 years ago when a friend and I were reminiscing. She remembered how I used to make up bedtime stories when we were kids on sleep-overs. These mainly kept us awake rather than put us to sleep as intended. Which then resulted in finger wagging from our mums and giggles under the covers from us. But this memory made my friend ask if I'd ever thought of writing for children. I admitted I hadn't given it much thought but I'd give it a go and write one specifically for her daughter. And so The Lonely Dragon was conceived. But life got in the way. So I consigned the Dragon to more loneliness by putting the story into a folder I like to call, The Vault. This is where all my writing snippets go. A tutor on a course I attended back in the long distant past told us never to throw out any piece of writing we did. These little pieces of apparent writing nothingness could indeed be nuggets of...
I write therefore I am