Writing can be liberating. The story should be like walking down a track in the Forest, towards the end everything becomes Clear, even if you have changed words here and there along the way! I am now working on a story I first wrote way back in 1968, and with a few slight adjustments I hope to be able to let you see this within the very near future. I was clearing out a Trunk when I came across the clipped pages, and I could not believe how long ago I had started to scribble. It serves me right for trying to reorganise one of the bedrooms, I also found in the Trunk a couple of Evening Gowns, totally forgotten all about them, and then you remember when you bought them, one for the University Graduation Ball and the other for a Young Conservatives Ball! but we will gloss over that!
Take care,
Millie Aveyard