It seemed only right to start this blog at the beginning. Obvious you say? Well indulge me for a moment. I’d written before; factual pieces mainly. But my desire to write fiction lay well hidden, like sleeping Arthur and his knights, waiting for the call. Surely all that was required was the appropriate catalyst, some spiritual awakening to stir the muse. A windswept hilltop, a serene meadow, a mysterious ruin perhaps? Hmm….

What is it about the humble bathroom that enables it to challenge the human imagination so? What songs, what verse, what tales owe their inception to its tiled and sterile influence?

And so there it happened, on a cold November morning, that most mundane of rooms planted the seed and set me loose.  It planted six words that teased and annoyed me. It settled back, steamy and smug, and taunted me. “There you are…make sense of that” it said, “I dare you.”

Well what can you do? You can’t let it win.

Thank you bathroom. Until the next time……