I’m having a go at the 7’s from Patsy’s blog. This is seven lines from Chapter 7 of my WIP., or more like my never-ending saga…
It’s a story I had an idea for, about a lady who wants to get away from it all and live in a caravan on the heath. I’ve had lots of feedback on youwriton.com where the main problem is that I’m not sure which genre I’m writing in. I want to write the story of a boy who’s in foster care and being bullied, somehow I want to combine the two, and get them to find happiness in their lives.
Today I’ve had some ideas of how to alter it, as it needs lots of altering. I may even set it around 1912. It needs writing as two separate stories, and then combining.
“I was six, my birthday party. Some useless party that was. All I can remember is a fizzy bottle of lemonade. Then Carl Jennings shaking it up and up and then.” Magdalene stopped what she was doing, and went to put an arm around Timothy.
“It’s o.k. Timothy. Those days are gone now.” She had wondered about his scars on his face, but she knew it was best to wait for him to tell her how it happened, rather than to ask, and make him feel embarrassed.
“Not only did I get a pop bottle go off in my face. I was in hospital recovering from that, and he came……..
The gist of my story is that nobody’s perfect. Magdalene isn’t, though I think she’ll have to have a name change, it’s a bit too Shakespeare. The boy is scared and scarred and doesn’t trust anybody. I’ve sent this out to twelve agents, and a few publishers, but from the feedback I’ve had it’s pretty awful at the moment. I think I know that, but I love the story, so I will stick with it.
Hope I haven’t bored you with this indulgent post, and thanks Patsy for the invite of 7’s.