There are days, sometimes weeks, when the stories won't cooperate, when your characters seem to shuffle uncertainly on the edge of your consciousness, hinting at a rich vein of promise without ever quite delivering. When that happens the only thing you can do is keep going back, reading, rereading, researching, building the characters and their options in your subconscious. Oh I scribble things on paper every day, but they're poor, sickly things and even I have no compunction disposing of them with a flick of my wrist.
Which is why I've stayed away from my blog the past week or so, and why I'm back tonight. Because it's close, maybe tonight maybe tomorrow, but it's coming and that's what matters.
Can't remember whether or not I mentioned it, but I'm going with the story of Red Lizzie McCabe, and her journey to Australia on board the Lady Penrhyn in the year of our lord 1787.
Chris
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Your story sounds exciting, Chris. Hope Falmouth life is treating you well. Keep pushing on and you'll be amazed by how much progress you make.
ReplyDeleteFalmouth life is fine, it's university life I have trouble with; the insistence that everyone on the course has to work at least 30 hours in any given day merely to survive. Actually that should have read EVERY day.
ReplyDeleteChris.