That one arrived nearly fully formed. I’d taken a nap (ah, the perks of being semi-retired), and when I woke up, I was scribbling the outline feverishly—trying not to lose the thread. It wasn’t originally set in the UK, but as I started translating the images in my head to the screen, I found myself reaching for words like anorak and haversack.
Funny how that happens—how a story chooses its setting, even before you know you’ve landed.
Beautifully crafted. A tug at the heartstrings, for sure.
Thanks, Jenifer.
That one arrived nearly fully formed. I’d taken a nap (ah, the perks of being semi-retired), and when I woke up, I was scribbling the outline feverishly—trying not to lose the thread. It wasn’t originally set in the UK, but as I started translating the images in my head to the screen, I found myself reaching for words like anorak and haversack.
Funny how that happens—how a story chooses its setting, even before you know you’ve landed.