Well I have finally commited to my website one of my more difficult short stories.I do not consider myself anything in the way of a great writer, mediocre maybe? Certainly I enjoy putting words to paper. For me, (I do not know about others who dabble) it is at times a labour. It involves emotions, feelings, I cannot write coldly, it is a giving of myself, if I may put it that way. This particular piece I was asked to write by someone. For sometime I wrestled with it, nurtured it, saw it develop and grow and take shape. it evolved, at times something would come to me and I would allow it to go around and around in my head. It would be written down, shifted, altered until I felt it was in the best place. Maybe I sound strange, this particualr story has areas I am aware of, re the highland clearances. This is taken up in the second part. Such places do exist. I have been in glens that are deserted, empty and possessing an aura of sadness. Writing with my emotions can be difficult. I admit to shedding tears. As I have already mentioned, this was written by request. Someone had asked, 'write something for me'. Like giving a gift, I did so and she was pleased. Please free to nip over and visit my web pages. indeed, I would welcome some feed back on this one. Brenda Dawns personal pages will find me on google. My http thingy is here too. Guys, if you visit please respect my feelings. Thanks folks.