As you know I started to work on my first serious writing project a few months ago. It was a struggle to find inspiration for my plot. Eventually I came up with an idea and began to write. My friend who had encouraged me to begin the process in the first place offered to edit my first 5000 words. This very kind lady had a look at my work, pointed out what was missing and made some encouraging comments about what I had written. Since I began writing some years ago I was proud of my ability to describe places and feelings, so that the reader felt as though they were there. I found conversation awkward. This time however I concentrated on the conversation and forgot about the rest of it.
Since realising my error with the help of my friend I have been going over in my mind what I want to do. Do I work on what I have and make it right? Do I go ahead with it as a screen play or do I start all over again with something else.?
Unfortunately life has also got in the way over the last few months so no progress has been made in any direction with my writing.
Today I am home alone, I am taking the time to consider my options. One option I have started to look back at is a story I began back in 2008 (I can’t believe it was so long ago) according to the date on the document. This was an idea I had for a children’s book aimed at girls aged about 8 or 9.
Having revisited it I know that if I decided to take this path it will need a lot of work but I can do that. My mind is mulling over so many possibilities that I just know there is a story in there waiting to be told I just need to work out which one.
Here is the first draft of the first 2 pages of chapter one.
Katie and Harry are putting on their coats and scarves.It is the half term holidays and they are staying with granny in the country for a few days while mummy has to work.
Granny lives alone now with just Jasper the old yellow dog with his shaggy hair and Tiggs her old grey striped cat. His name is really Tiger but everyone calls him Tiggs for short. He spends most of his day on the window seat catching the sun.
‘Come on Katie hurry up’
Harry calls to his big sister as he runs out of the back door.
I’m coming wait for me I just need to finish getting my wellies on.
Granny has told the children to be careful as the paddock is still muddy after the rain last week. Granny will watch the children from the kitchen while she is busy cooking their dinner and baking fresh scones for a special treat to have later. This morning they all got in a mess when Harry wanted to help with the chocolate fairy cakes.
‘Harry put on your pinny if you want to help Katie stir the mix.’
‘ Granny can I lick the bowl can I can I’
He had pleaded. When Katie was carefully spooning the mix into the little paper cases on the tray.
Now Katie pushes the door open and races out to join her brother, Katie loves her little brother even though he is only seven and still acts like a baby sometimes. Next week Katie will be nine then she will be even more grown up than she is now.
Harry must be hiding as Katie can’t see him anywhere. She sits down on the bench in the middle of the field.
I don’t care where you are I am just going to sit here and wait for you
The sun is shining but it is still cold and the leaves are falling from the trees. Katie watches them for a while. Harry comes out of hiding to kick the leaves around where they have fallen in piles under the trees at the edge of the field. Then Katie notices that the big tree on its own, granny says it’s an oak tree has still got most of its leaves.
She wanders over to the big tree. There are a few leaves on the ground some brown others still a bit yellowy but there are other things too. Granny told the children when they were little that fairies live in this tree and they use the acorn cups to drink from. But that was just a story for little kids wasn’t it.
Katie looks up into the branches thinking Harry must have climbed up there while she wasn’t looking. But he isn’t there she can see him over at the fence now talking to the old brown horse in Mr Cartwright’s field. Nelson must be getting old now, he’s even older than Katie is.
There it is again, that whisper almost as if the tree was whispering her name, but trees can’t talk.
Who are you and what do you want
Katie is trying to be braver than she feels now, she thinks of calling Harry over here or maybe she should run to him.
Katie it is me, I won’t hurt you, I have been watching you. You are a kind girl, I see you feed the birds and stroking the animals.
But who are you and why won’t you let me see you
She peers up into the branches looking for a clue.
Katie you can see me, I have been her for more than a hundred years, you have climbed into my arms I mean my branches. My little friends the fairies want you to become one of our friends.
But you have to promise not to tell anyone our secret.
Katie tries not to jump up and down with excitement
I promise I promise
Can I tell my granny though cos she told me about the fairies and I thought it was a story.
Katie your granny knows our secret but as she got older she forgot about us and now she just believes we are a fairy tale that she remembers. We don’t need her to remember that we are here.
If you promise to keep our secret we can have lots of fun and adventures.
Shhhush now Harry is coming over. I will tell you more when you are alone.
Could this be my story that I need to tell?