Being in ‘nowhere’, because of my loss, I set myself the task of writing a short story every day for the next thirty days. Fairy Stories, one down, twenty-nine to go, and the challenge is occupying me, keeping me busy, with no time to think other than the short story, which is what I’d hoped. At the end of the month, when I have become accustomed to writing short stories again, I hope to have some of them polished enough to send them off to magazines. Fingers crossed I’ll be able to keep going and keep going.