Back at the beginning of lockdown – that’s over a year ago now – I went to the countryside for a few months with my family, accompanied by a writing prompt I’d come up with.
This prompt had been kicking around in my head for a while now. I had an idea of how to tackle it.
One afternoon, I isolated myself in a room and ploughed through the first couple of thousand words of what I thought was a pretty good idea.
Then I struggled with it for 24 hours.
Then I threw it away and started again.
What went wrong?
This is the story of a story, that took far too long , and took far too much effort to write, but which turned out fairly well in the end. I guess that’s what they’re all like in the rear-view.Read More