NEMED

  Nemed The Lost Novel While clearing out my late mums house, I picked up a flash drive, knowing she did a bit of writing as a hobby I put it in my pocket to examine later in depth. The first few weeks were busy organising her finances and the funeral. Then the clearing of the house, the weeks turned into months, then years. Two in fact before I remembered the flash drive. I plugged into to my laptop not knowing what I would find,  files of poetry and short stories mostly filled it but a file really piqued my interest 'Nemed'  I remembered that four decades ago in the late eighties my mum has bashed out thousands of words on a manual typewriter, armed only with correction papers and a three inch thick dictionary - no spell check or delete key back then. She sent it to a few publishers, one of them (think large flightless bird that live in Antarctica) actually rang her to say her writing style was excellent but fantasy was out of fashion so the answer was no, but if she wa...