Hi all! After spending many months attending endless galaxies of creative writing workshops (and taking the time to write about them in previous blog posts), I have decided that it is time to step up a notch and try writing a fiction novel. So, last Wednesday, I was out for a wonder along the Hillingdon canals in deepest west London, tracing a journey in a story that combines autism, defying family, world travel to Singapore and mental recovery, all into one complete package. The Grand Union in Uxbridge There is also some hint of misdirection being thrown in the wind along this part of the adventure, as seen at the entrance to the Slough Arm near West Drayton: Once I got to West Drayton, I took a bus out to the massive structure that is Heathrow Terminal 5, where I spent some time tracing the departure from the UK, before moving on to the famous Myrtle Avenue planespotting area - there, I was able to get a glimpse of the very flight that I was writing about in the story; the Briti...