sleuth


Uninvited, but more welcome than a cold shower on a stinking hot day in Melbourne, my muse has reappeared. As usual, she came from nowhere and without a prompt. I was merely taking s stroll (or perhaps I should say ‘we’) to combat inertia, mental as well as physical. And there she was, whispering seductive sweet nothings in my ear. Or rather sweet somethings, for her words were almost the complete package – setting, characters, plot-line and even some snippets of dialogue. “So good to hear from you,” I whispered, unwilling to be seen as one of those oddities who… Continue reading

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