In the beginning ... (part 2)

Yesterday I wrote of how my fixation on fiction was conceived and born, how life overtook writing but how the dream lived on. Then ...

'September 2001, Holiday Inn, Bahrain: phone rings. Dee calling from our Winchester home: "Quick, Bryan, turn on the telly; America's under attack!" I rush down to the bar and watch the big screen as bodies tumble lazily from high towers and young Saudis blow kisses at the screen. Later on I return Dee's call; "I'm coming home," I tell her. "We'll take a holida...