Storytime

I've had voices in my head for the past week. Not THOSE kind of voices but I've had the inkling of a story going round and round. Just a wisp of an idea, no real theme or plot but I could hear the voice of the narrator. So of course I did nothing and waited for the story to crystallise. Nothing happened. I did my usual tactic when this happens. I headed out to the garden. Surely a quick walk around between showers, in the cold cold winds will jog the old brain. Unfortunately, I got to admire the jonquils and the first of the daffodils but nothing came. There was no great insight. No AHA..that's what's the story all about.  I worked on something else (the dreaded novel WIP). All the time this voice kept harking away. So I began to question who was this woman? Who was she speaking to? And why did I keep seeing this family next door? What did they have to do with the story? Is this a story at all? Well of course, after so many days with the question...