This week has seen the project reach 50,000 words at the end of the chapter 1948. The story moves to Melbourne and the Heidelberg Repat - I see a short trip on the horizon.
Research has led to finding The Embassy dance hall - now the entrance to Adelaide Arcade - and more about the Repat at Daw Park, including the fabled air raid shelters. Still a lot of ‘holes’ in my detail, but people supplied excellent sources for me to follow up.
Walking in even the semi-fictional steps of my mother in her teens is fascinating and brings her closer than ever.
Drafting-wise, this first draft is a plot, character and setting identification process. This is the easiest part I suspect.
Back to full-on work this week - last week was a busy but gentle start: curious to see how my planned self-discipline to write something daily holds up in the face of education ☺️
Writing is my passion. Ideas, opinions, beliefs, experiences expressed through language - through words and images - pervade and create my life. Writing is my voice, my soul, my self. My dream is one day writing will sustain my life...