I got almost 1000 words written yesterday for the still untitled contest story. Which was very cool. It’s been read by a different pair of eyes than my own and found not to be completely dire, LOL

My hero had a Mr Rochester moment there for a minute… which was a bit worrying. TV and film adaptions have him as cool, brooding… but my H was going for the book. Which was melodrama. I always have the image of Mr Rochester throwing himself onto a couch and howling and crying.

Never saw Timothy Dalton (my fav Mr Rochester) or William Hurt (least favourite Mr Rochester) doing that really. Orson Welles was out too.

Anyway, I’m procrastinating again. There’s a surprise.
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