Ideas and possible beginning for Table of Doom fic
I have a few ideas brewing for the long fic for the writerverse Phase 5 Table of Doom challenge. The prompts I thought I wanted to use straight away were "diary" and "Blitz" with "mystery" and "lies" following close behind.
Now I have begun to write a character's diary but rather than being the diary of someone who might be about to witness the Blitz, it's the diary of Nell, my main character from my Nanowrimo novel from around 1954/5. I might also write diary for members of Nell's family during the 1940s. That might give me a chance to revisit Erica, the flyer stuck on the Channel Islands during last year's Nanowrimo, as, at the point where I've started her diary, Nell has just met Erica's sister and presumes she is going to find out all about her mother and her mother's family.
Today a woman came to the house calling herself my Aunt. As in my real Aunt. My mother's sister. I talked to her, because of course I wanted to hear what she had to say, find out something about my mother's family at last. But it upsets Auntie Lydia so to be reminded so rudely that she only adopted me.
I don't think of myself as "only" adopted. Not at all. Not really. Auntie Lydia has been the only mum I've ever known. Maybe it would have been easier on us both if she'd had me call her "Mum" after the adoption but I think she sensed her divorce was on its way so "Auntie" it was.
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Now I have begun to write a character's diary but rather than being the diary of someone who might be about to witness the Blitz, it's the diary of Nell, my main character from my Nanowrimo novel from around 1954/5. I might also write diary for members of Nell's family during the 1940s. That might give me a chance to revisit Erica, the flyer stuck on the Channel Islands during last year's Nanowrimo, as, at the point where I've started her diary, Nell has just met Erica's sister and presumes she is going to find out all about her mother and her mother's family.
Today a woman came to the house calling herself my Aunt. As in my real Aunt. My mother's sister. I talked to her, because of course I wanted to hear what she had to say, find out something about my mother's family at last. But it upsets Auntie Lydia so to be reminded so rudely that she only adopted me.
I don't think of myself as "only" adopted. Not at all. Not really. Auntie Lydia has been the only mum I've ever known. Maybe it would have been easier on us both if she'd had me call her "Mum" after the adoption but I think she sensed her divorce was on its way so "Auntie" it was.
This entry was originally posted at http://alicia-h.dreamwidth.org/45756.html