..but in actuality it's been more of a 'reflection' onmyself as an author. Pausing to give myself a break and to consider othermore important things i... my life. And there have been many including anew marriage and health issues. So maybe it's time for me to share withall of you how I see things now as far as my writing goes. I was inspiredto write this after seeing a post from Anonymous Writer a few days agowhere he/she was just talking about ideas, answering questions, etc.Might be good for. It was so passionate, so natural, as if we'd been together for an eternity.It was quite late when we arrived back at my farm in the Cotswolds and Róisín said in a soft voice, “I’m fairly tired, Antony.” I showed her to her room and left saying,“Have a good sleep, Róisín. If you need anything, I am just down the hallway.” ooOooFor the three weeks that Róisín was staying, I planned to spend all the time with her. Work was shelved. From our chats, I knew that she liked going to the zoo and that. Kailya had shouted, screamed, crumpled the note into a small ball and thrown it across the room. Somehow it had found its way into her pocket. She had a bitter fight with Chandra. Her headstrong daughter had plainly told her mother that her unit was joining the main army to meet the Kalashites on the Merrypuddle plains. Both women had landed up screaming at each other, Kailya forbid it, Chandra accused her of controlling her life. The fight had ended with door slamming.Kailya angrily wiped a. She could look out at the fishing boats moored at the pier. I think she liked to imagine that Dad would be getting off one of them and come to join us for brunch. I’d tried to take her to some of the other nice restaurants in town for Sunday brunch, but when asked, she always suggested the Fish House.We talked about our lives the past week and I told her a bit about the work I was doing at EFC. I didn’t tell her I was undercover, but I did suggest that it was temporary to fill a specific need.