Years ago, maybe as many as thirty, I wrote a little story. Never attempted to get it published but I enjoyed the experience and it kinda stayed at the back of my mind during the intervening time.
Last spring I got an urge to revamp it. I don't know why but some sort of muse seemed to invade my mind and take over. Initially I thought I'd write it and then leave it, maybe enter it into a competition.
But during the writing all sorts of other ideas jumped out of various hiding places within my imagination. I was quite flabbergasted. Now, I make no great claims as to originality or quality but the fact remains that I had this urge to write and the stories felt like my own creation.
Within a few weeks I had written a dozen or so and sent some off to a competition. I didn't get anywhere but that didn't matter. I was hooked.
I worked my way through twenty or so shorts before the novel thing took over.
So here is that very first short, Traveller's Rest. Not hugely original and while I was writing it I had no idea that I had so much more to write. For me, though, it has a special place in my mind.