Up until 2001, when I was young and a bit idiotic, I didn't really know what serendipity meant, I just loved the sound of it. When I finally took the trouble to consult the dictionary, I realised that there had been many serendipitous occurrences in my life. Looking back today, more and more have taken place since I left my corporate job almost two years ago. I've told you before about The Creative License (in depth here, and referred to here) but I must admit that the permanent state of a written comment, even if online which, by its nature is ever-changing, often reined me in. In other words, it's a miracle you've only heard me referencing this book twice because I shoehorn it in every conversation, workshop, course, meeting, discussion I am having with whoever happens to be sitting opposite. And yet, even in this age of instant, no-barrier-communication, I had never even tried to engage with Danny Gregory himself. I felt a bit shy and, yes, star-struck. When earlier this year his wife Patti died, I felt an immense surge of emotions crashing through me. As I returned to his site to read his updates about adjusting to life without her, big fat tears would hurtle down my cheeks and splash on the laptop. I felt unable to offer any words that wouldn't sound empty, rehearsed, perfunctory, contrived or plain pointless. So much for being a writer. On Monday though I couldn't hold back any longer. Danny had... Read more →