At least here at L’Olivette in the sunny South of France, we don’t have snow very often. Outside the temperatures seldom rise above 15C, so life is lived indoors in front of the log burner.
To fill the hours I write, instead of watching Netflix. Normally, I would be working on one main story, with a second as an alternative for when I get a little blocked. This year is a little different.
I have three main projects ongoing and another one gaining ideas in the form of notes. Only one is based on a previous story, not Rags to Riches, nor Crooke and Loch, nor Melody not even Juliet. Nope, I decided to extend D-Day for Ruth and it has gone off in a strange direction. That one is vying with my new Dystopian story of Naked Eco-warriors to be the first finished.
Sneaking up on the outside is the promised story based on a series by Enid Blyton. (Enid was a prolific British author of children’s books in the 40s, 50, and 60s.) If you read this year’s Christmas special, Tales From My Childhood, you will have read chapter one. Not that it has much to do with the story by the end of chapter two. Thanks to a twist.
The other story is growing line by line … Oh and there is the other spare I have a chapter written … and the one that follows the baker’s bike into the next summer.
How many are going to get finished?
Ask me next Christmas