Why a lost bag of cash gave me a writing epiphany

What's the true motivation for your writing?

Something bizarre happened this week in my small village of Windermere, a bag of money was left at the train station.

Just to the side of the platform, outside Booths, innocently begging to be found.

And I’m not talking about a handbag sized amount of money, I’m talking a lot of money. I mean, look at that picture, that’s the amount of money I’m talking …