And now I've even done some proper writing for today -- about 600 more words!
Day 3 (http://having-written.livejournal.com/23197.html#cutid3) even takes off where day 2 left me hanging, storywise. Excerpt here:
Among the scenes from the Nativity in the church and the oil-lamps for Nochebuena in the windows, it was so easy to pretend that there was no war going on in the darkness; that the child’s wet, downy hair was her mother’s rich, dark brown instead of an unfamiliar blonde; that Teresa might be a respectable widow or an officer’s wife waiting for her husband to return on furlough and cradle his first-born in his arms.
Antonia was barely three weeks old, however, when Doña Agnes caught her niece showing off the sleeping girl at a New Year’s dinner in an afrancesado’s drawing-room. She had scarcely recognized Teresa’s demeanour on that evening. Partly demure, partly sly, she smiled at the enemy officers in an afrancesada’s drawing-room; she was acting for all the world as though she’d lost her honour to some English brute and was practically begging for the next best handsome sous-lieutenant to throw some money after her and her poor, fatherless child.
I can't take full credit for Teresa. She's actually a secondary (or tertiary?) character from the source material, although I do happen to think that she was horribly underwritten in canon. But then, canon in general is about as subtle and nuanced as a bull-dozer, so, yeah.
I do _hope_ that Teresa is going to meet Sharpe himself?
Well, according to canon, she does already known him, even in the biblical sense of the word, or she wouldn't have little Antonia, my three-week-old Slayer-to-be, right now. ;)
Actually, Antonia is supposed to be my protagonist and her mother is totally sidetracking me at the moment, and the bloody thing's never going to be finished in 10,000 words. I might as well have signed up for NaNo with it. Aaaaaaaargh.
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Day 3 (http://having-written.livejournal.com/23197.html#cutid3) even takes off where day 2 left me hanging, storywise. Excerpt here:
Among the scenes from the Nativity in the church and the oil-lamps for Nochebuena in the windows, it was so easy to pretend that there was no war going on in the darkness; that the child’s wet, downy hair was her mother’s rich, dark brown instead of an unfamiliar blonde; that Teresa might be a respectable widow or an officer’s wife waiting for her husband to return on furlough and cradle his first-born in his arms.
Antonia was barely three weeks old, however, when Doña Agnes caught her niece showing off the sleeping girl at a New Year’s dinner in an afrancesado’s drawing-room. She had scarcely recognized Teresa’s demeanour on that evening. Partly demure, partly sly, she smiled at the enemy officers in an afrancesada’s drawing-room; she was acting for all the world as though she’d lost her honour to some English brute and was practically begging for the next best handsome sous-lieutenant to throw some money after her and her poor, fatherless child.
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Theresa sounds so intriguing, I had to sneak a peek at the larger piece.
Thanks for the link!
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I can't take full credit for Teresa. She's actually a secondary (or tertiary?) character from the source material, although I do happen to think that she was horribly underwritten in canon. But then, canon in general is about as subtle and nuanced as a bull-dozer, so, yeah.
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I do _hope_ that Teresa is going to meet Sharpe himself?
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Well, according to canon, she does already known him, even in the biblical sense of the word, or she wouldn't have little Antonia, my three-week-old Slayer-to-be, right now. ;)
Actually, Antonia is supposed to be my protagonist and her mother is totally sidetracking me at the moment, and the bloody thing's never going to be finished in 10,000 words. I might as well have signed up for NaNo with it. Aaaaaaaargh.
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Yes, my story is really taking on a life of its own, whether for better or worse...
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I love the mother's pov, and little Antonia's provenance is intriguing me!