The last few months have been hard work and trying to write has been like pulling the proverbial hen's teeth. But something has just clicked in this brain of mine and it's all go.
I've been working on Amelia's story, (I really must find a title for this novel), and the characters are popping off the page. I need to have an image in my head for the MC and Amelia has always been a bit murky. Was she a brunette, a blond? Tall or short? What colour are her eyes and just what is she like?
Yesterday in the middle of a scene that showed her naivety and her taste for fine, expensive fashions, she leapt off the page as a fully developed and very much 'alive' character. Which, of course, makes it all that much easier to write about her.
What's more, I have seen this young lady before. In a painting.
May I present, ladies and gentleman, Miss Amelia Hughes.
|Renior's Dance at Bougival|
Well, I must get back to her. She's strolling up Maclaggan Street with a new acquaintance of dubious character. I need to save her before .... well, lets just say, I need to save her!