A Short Story of approx. 2300 words
Talk about schizophrenic!
When characters misbehave, what’s a writer to do?
This lighthearted romp through imagination and the fight for supremacy between writer and muse will ring true with any writer of fiction.
For readers of fiction, it may shed a little light on the writing process.
Read the beginning…
…Cathy slips into a liberty print pinafore the colour of forget-me-nots. The sleeveless bodice hangs shapelessly from her shoulders, the skirt falling primly to just below the knee. Reaching behind her head, she unfastens the small silver cross on its fine chain and lays it gently on her bedside table. She refastens her blonde plait, then returns to the kitchen and pours herself a glass of white wine.
Sitting up straight on her small white settee, taking small sips from her glass, she muses on the fiction that shapes her working day in the library.
The books are like self-contained worlds lined up neatly on pale wooden shelves, their backs turned on reality. They stand ready to issue, at a moment’s notice, an invitation into their realms of make-believe, where anything can happen; where a unicorn on the edge of a forest is no more out of place than a horse in a paddock.
This is the world where Cathy lives. It’s the world I’ve built for her, just as I created her character. She’s twenty-three, shy, and dresses conservatively. She lives alone and works in a small library as an assistant. She spends her days arranging books on shelves in alphabetical order according to author. When the loneliness of her existence becomes a little too heavy, she escapes into the worlds that beckon from between invitingly illustrated covers. She has few friends beyond those who reside on flat white pages. She’s used to having a date stamp determine the length of their acquaintance.