If you be one on a far continent, unacquainted with such, and discovering even that our Google translator is inadequate in the face of this English such as I am employing now, you have my most sincerest of apologies…
I’d forgive you for thinking: “But you’re in Britain? The BBC for news surely?” Well, honestly, now, not really any longer.
Seen in a field, beautiful daffodils are all pretty much indistinguishable from each other. Yet up close every daffodil is different. As is every reader.
From the outside, often it looked cool and glamorous (I remember sitting star-struck at him once telling me about meeting Sean Connery)…
From then on, occasionally and unexpectedly whenever we were sauntering around in public, and especially when we were sightseeing, impersonating the guide “Isabelle” would comically shout at me, “Staaaay onnnnn zuhhh runaaaahs!”
I remember my uncle telling me he avoided reading manuscripts sent to him – mostly by acquaintances who wanted to write and sought advice.
I’ve been NEAR Geneva many times, but never ventured into the city center. I’m so pleased I finally did.😊🇨🇭
The best route to follow as a writer is always to be genuine. You will never please everyone. Let the reader chips fall where they may.
Writing fiction is not about adhering to someone else’s lists of 10 or 20 or 99 ways to do this or that. In fact, it’s often the opposite.
The past is in many ways increasingly alien and distant to our “norms” – assisted in that distancing by media and social media encouraging our “presentism”…