OK, the weather is rubbish right now even if we do need the rain.
But as the nights get lighter and the days that bit longer, a girl's thoughts turn to summer and all the joys those hazy, crazy days bring with them.
A daydream of a perfect English summer - village fetes, strawberries and cream, sunburnt shoulders, sweet smelling flowers, golden sunlight fading into gloriously balmy evening air - utterly gorgeous and utterly impossible to find unless you pick up a 1920s novel and make believe.
So as summer approaches, that is what I'm going to do here. Make believe. My summer challenge is to write a murder mystery wrapped up in the daydream of times gone that might never really have been.
Because the promise of summer also brings the shadow of autumn and the headlong dash to another New Year's Eve tot up of all the things not quite managed in the past twelve months. And I'm not adding 'you like the idea of writing a story, try writing it' to the 2012 list as a mirror image of a line on the 2011 list, the 2010 list, the 2009 list...
If you read it, I hope you like it. If no one looks, at least I'll have ticked a personal box. And brought a daydream just a little closer to reality.
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