Fragmented Visions

Introduction

I write short stories. Or, to be precise, short stories are written by me. They lurk in the back of my head, taking up space like the proverbial unwelcome guest. Then, when they're good and ready, they demand that I write them down. Sometimes they're kind enough to hang around. "We'll wait," they say to me. "We're in no hurry ... ." And then there are the ones that demand to be written. Now. Or they'll go away and never come back. Or worse, leave me with a head full of fragments that haunt me for a time after.

So, what do I do? I always keep a pen and notebook handy.

- John Nedwill