|Here it is, in all its perfection|
|My son thought Frankenstein's monster was quite charming!|
Was I thrown? Not in the slightest!
With 16,000 kilometres between me and my manuscript, I was overcome with fresh ideas and energised by new possibilities for the manuscript. I took copious and detailed notes, snapped hundreds of photos and wrote new scenes in messy longhand that came to me as I moved forward on my journey. But now I’m back, with my manuscript in front of me, with only centimetres separating us, I am terrified.
|Outside Villa Diodati, where Mary was challenged to write a ghost story|
So where do I begin?
At the beginning.
Chapter one. Page one. Paragraph one. Sentence #1. At the very first word.
|A side trip into stunning Annecy, in France|
And when I think draft #2 is perfect?
|By the grave of Percy Bysshe Shelley|