The day-by-day creative journey of a stay-at-home dad writing a romantic novel and wondering if he can possibly take it seriously
This is how it began. My sister Anna, a brilliant and witty writer, suggested that we should try to write a romance novel according to the guidelines published by Mills & Boon. Not as easy as it sounds, apparently. She created a finely judged opening paragraph and sent it to me. And, intoxicated by the stylistic possibilities that are simply not offered by my usual literary output of press releases on Bedfordshire’s latest social housing project, I have taken up the gauntlet. The idea is that we will take it in turns to develop the story, in full view of you, dear reader.
We are taking this project seriously, but I am already acutely aware that writing about simmering desire with one’s own sister might be possible only with tongue tentatively in cheek. We have agreed not to discuss our plot ideas, so the novel will unfold as unpredictably to us as to our readers. This could lead to trouble later on, but for now it seems a very liberating way to start.
Who knows where this project will take us? To the dizzying heights of publication by the world’s leading romance brand? Probably not. But wherever we end up, it should be fun getting there…
The trawlermen suspected there was something fishy about that morning's catch
ReplyDeleteReally, I caught one THIS BIG today...
ReplyDeletehands up, it was me that stole the chocolate!
ReplyDeletemummmm the spiders webs round here are getting increasingly thicker ... help!
ReplyDeletethe deadly catch wasn't so scary actually quite cute
ReplyDeleteHonestly I'm not Charlotte!
ReplyDeleteThe Catch of the Day today was a Fairy Shrimp.
ReplyDeleteFlip, jump, flip, pirouette aaaand land. Mummy, you missed it!
ReplyDelete'I send you out for fish. And you catch... this. Can we even eat it?'
ReplyDeleteThanks to everyone for captioning - the most comments ever!
ReplyDeleteI know I've been a bit hyper today but don't you think your reaction to it was a bit extreme?
ReplyDeleteher horror of fishnets had started at an early age
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