The boy

Last week I faced the fear of the blank page. What if nothing came to mind? What if I'd run out of ideas? I took the leap and, armed only with a sharp pencil and a packet of Jaffa cakes, I started scribbling. Almost literally.

I wrote a jumble of words on the page, a random mix of adjectives and nouns, and waited for the magic to happen...

I'd almost reached the bottom of the first page when I wrote the two words - the boy. And instantly I could see him, I knew where he was and what he was doing.

Now all I need to do is get to know him and find out if he has a story to tell.