Dame Boudicca

Time to print out three copies of Love and Friendship for those who will be reading this third (fourth) version of the story. Never been so particular about a story as this one - but then again I usually shove it in a drawer as soon as I've finished, and what good does that do? No, time to be serious about writing.

Right, I'm back. Just for a few days, but quite enough time to pop by here and do some updates on my writing.

In the end I managed to sort out my issues with the short story about Charlotte. I never could warm up to her completely - but I allowed myself to lean back, look at her and let her go loose and do her own thing, say her own lines and just pat her a tad bit on the head. It might need some rewriting, but all in all I like the result. More so than I thought I would.

The next short story in line is even more of a challenge for me. (But that was the point, right? Writing about stuff and people I usually try to avoid, hoping to learn something from it, in the process.) Though this might have been to bite off more than I can chew. What do I know about 18 years old boys, who are spoiled rotten by over-indulgent parents and who just happen to be gay to top it off. I will finish it though. I have to. Just because it will prove to me that I can. But I doubt I will write about such a character again - at least I will avoid having someone like that as a main character.

And when I was on the train I edited two whole chapters of Love and Friendship. Chapter 6 and 7 to be more precise. I do love that story, I love the characters and I get all warm and fuzzy when I work with them. I have this nagging suspicion, though, that anyone who has read the actual story would look at me with an odd expression in their eyes if I told them that. It's not a warm and fuzzy story.