Who’s not afraid of Virginia Woolf?

Who’s not afraid of Virginia Woolf?
Readers who’ve been following our adventures through our travel blog will know that husband Peter and I have recently returned from six weeks haring round Europe on our trusty motorbike. What with finishing off the account of that long trip through twelve countries, unpacking, washing, ruefully surveying our moribund garden, and generally catching up, I expected to find myself at a loss for this latest writing blog post.
Then the topic of this blog arose on its own, and I felt I must write a little about a subject that I frequently ponder. In a way, it’s that eternal question: What is literature? Or, better put in my mind, What makes a story a story?

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