G'day. At school I was an avid writer. Then I found responsibilities and buried my reason for existing under a mounting pile of things to do for others. For the next 25 years, my muse was telling me to write. I ignored her, suffering from Cancerian Mummy Syndrome and refusing to fulfill my own needs. At 42, I can't deny my writing any longer. My punctuation is bad, so if you see one of those nasty apostrophes missing or in the wrong place, please tell me where to insert it.