Nudge

Remember how I said, late last night, that I thought I might dream of a story?  Well, as it happens, I did.

For a few months, I've been feeling like writing nonfiction.  I've succeeded, a couple of times, in using real-life events in my stories while "fictionalising" a little, but apart from a smattering of exceptions, I've kept myself back from the genre.  This week, however, I keep deciding it's time to try again.  I tell myself, "Today," but I'm shy and it never quite happens.

The incident I want to write about concerns my Dad on the final day of his life.  It's a warm but difficult moment, a good piece to write about, and last night I dreamed about it, in a way.  The dream started with Dad sitting in the front seat of a car, whilst I, as a girl, sat in the back.  He twisted round, his hands on the wheel, and told me, "Sue, it's my last day."

So yes, I did dream of a story!  Time to set pen to paper.