We write with our ears said, Ralph Fletcher -and Ralph is right. Last week, I overheard a cafe conversation- I do this a lot. They provide classic collectables, constantly stimulating and sparking writing ideas. It  went like this... A woman walks into the cafe where her friend is waiting. The friend inquires- 'Where's Keith?' 'Oh, he's at home. I left him to his own devices....' That was all I needed to hear. My mind came alive with possibilities. I rehearsed words and then I opened my notebook and began to trap some words. Keith morphed into Gordon and everything followed on from that point.  Gordon's Love Of Gadgets Gordon loved his telescope His microscope His gyroscope   Gordon loved his electric mower His leaf   blower His seed sower   Gordon loved his Android phone His trombone His grindstone   Madeline, his long suffering spouse of thirty years Eventually ran out of tears So neglected, so alone Flew the coop, departed h...