Welcome to this week’s post.
As I said last week, my aim is to share small samples of my writing so I am able to become more comfortable with, “putting myself out there” and so you, my lovely readers and followers, are able to gain a glimpse of some of my work.
So here we go.
This week I have decided to share with you a very small snippet of a novel I have been working on sporadically over the last few months. This story came to me in a dream, which I know sounds terribly clichéd, but it’s the truth. The dream was so vivid and real that I felt as if I were there, as if the characters I saw before me were people I knew. I’m not sure what genre this novel will belong to yet, at the moment it is bits and pieces, with a timeline of events, a rough outline of ideas and some character profiles.
The excerpt I am about to share has only recently been written, it is very raw and unedited and I’m sure if has many spelling and grammatical errors in it. Some of it might not even make sense, so please keep that in mind whilst reading. I am sure it will change many times before I am finished with it.
It is a story about a newly married couple, but I don’t think it’s a romance novel. It is set in Sydney, Australia and Leicestershire, England in the 1930’s, but it is not a historical novel. It contains paranormal activity, but it is not a horror story.
All I know at this point is that it is a work of fiction. One that has been developing within my mind and now one that I am trying to develop in writing.
So here it is, a glimpse of the writer within, enjoy!
“Thomas William Heath, I am not finished. That girl may be your wife, but she is also a commoner, she is from a working class and she would be more comfortable with her own people. The girl must feel terribly out of sorts in the surroundings that we have grown accustomed to. It wasn’t fair on her, on you, bringing her here like you did. You should have let her go. She is just a girl.”
That’s just like my grandmother, acting like she is an innocent bystander, thinking about the welfare of “the poor little commoner”, yet in reality, Agnes Mary Heath is a woman born and raised in an aristocratic society, who outwardly expresses empathy for the working class but in reality, wishes they would remain unseen. She fears that my choice of wife will be looked poorly upon by others who believe it wrong and uncouth to mix with commoners. These people, some of whom are referred to as friends, believe that each class should marry their own. Even though I was born and raised in the same aristocratic circles as my dear grandmother, I believe we should be allowed to marry the person we love. I did. I did not mean to fall for her, but the first time I saw Margaret Francis Greene, I knew she was the woman I was to marry. Maggie would be mine, she would bear my name, whether grandmother and the rest of high society approved or not.
“Thomas, look at me when I am talking to you, did you hear what I said?”
“Yes grandmother, but Maggie is not a girl, she is a woman and I am a man.”
“Did you ever stop and think maybe it’s not love that your Dear Margaret is after?”
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