Category: NaNoWriMo

The Things We Do For Love – The final editor’s draft – Day 8

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Back at work, all thoughts of the holiday are shoved to one side.  Ships, being very large machines with many working parts, and humans left to tend to them., provide a dearth of distractions, from badly loaded cargo, engines with problems, crew signing on and off, victualling, and duelling with the officers.

And helping his relief purser sort out everything that had gone wrong.

Only after sailing hour passed, and there were moments when nothing could be done, did Henry get to tell his captain and others of what had happened, in not so many words.  All are surprised at who she is.  None, apparently, knew what had happened to her.  Yet.

Michelle has found herself in a sanctuary away from those whom she is hiding from, courtesy of a friend, Millie, and a girl who was still caught up in the trade she used to ply.  She had friends who had helped her get to this point, and if she was discovered all three would pay for it dearly.  Any wonder that first night, home, alone, she was very miserable.

We are also introduced to Radly, the man who has no trouble with women, a man who only wishes Henry the same opportunities he has.  Always interested in his holiday, Henry finally catches up with him, and the secret is a secret no longer.  Eight weeks at sea was going to feel like a year.

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Mistaken Identity – The Editor’s Third Draft – Day 5

I have been working on the story, the editor has gone through the first draft several times after I made the changes requested, and some new additional writing – and I’m now working on the suggestions

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What would you do if you were mistaken for someone else?

What if when you answer a knock on the door to your hotel room, and the police crash their way in with bullets flying everywhere in a show of unnecessary force.

Of course, the police don’t know you are not the criminal, and facing a possible disaster, do what they have to, to apprehend the man they believe is a murderer.

Our main character now has time to contemplate the ramifications of what just happened in hospital. So much for attending the conference.

Of course, he has other things to think about, the self confessed gate crasher Maryanne. The old adage, if something is too good to be true, it generally is.

Looking forward, there’s some plotting to do.

How can it be possible that our main character has a doppelganger? At the moment it’s just a case of someone who looks like him, and the police have ruled him out as the man they’re looking for.

It’s a story that’s going to play out in a few chapter’s time.

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More tomorrow.

The Things We Do For Love – The final editor’s draft – Day 9

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Henry writes a letter and sends it.   He’s disappointed when after a week there is no reply.  He resigns himself to the thought he might never see her again.

Michelle gets a message concerning a person from her past, one who was helpful even when she was at her worst.  But, it could be a trap because one of the people she was hiding from knew of his association with her.

Then a real letter arrives, one from Henry, but it is not fully of his undying love for her, removing him from the status of the knight in shining armour.  What was she expecting, and then remembered she had told him expectation ruined everything.

This was her reality, not what it had been with him.  She was hiding, she was alone, and she was afraid.  All the time.

She writes back, reassuring him, and admonishing his writing skill.

He in turn tries harder to improve, and then advises her it might be possible to meet again giving her a date and time.

Plans are made and plans are dashed, and more plans are made, and there springs a possibility.

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The Things We Do For Love – The final editor’s draft – Day 9

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Henry writes a letter and sends it.   He’s disappointed when after a week there is no reply.  He resigns himself to the thought he might never see her again.

Michelle gets a message concerning a person from her past, one who was helpful even when she was at her worst.  But, it could be a trap because one of the people she was hiding from knew of his association with her.

Then a real letter arrives, one from Henry, but it is not fully of his undying love for her, removing him from the status of the knight in shining armour.  What was she expecting, and then remembered she had told him expectation ruined everything.

This was her reality, not what it had been with him.  She was hiding, she was alone, and she was afraid.  All the time.

She writes back, reassuring him, and admonishing his writing skill.

He in turn tries harder to improve, and then advises her it might be possible to meet again giving her a date and time.

Plans are made and plans are dashed, and more plans are made, and there springs a possibility.

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Mistaken Identity – The Third Editor’s Draft – Day 4

I have been working on the story, the editor has gone through the first draft several times after I made the changes requested, and some new additional writing – and I’m now working on the suggestions

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The writing proceeds at a steady rate because the ideas are there. There’s planning, but not too far into the future because, like any relationship, the one between the current two main characters has to develop, or die.

I was waiting to see where their interaction takes us.

But then, our main character now must confront the notion he had a doppelganger, and not only that but he is also a criminal who just murdered someone, and his face is all over the television.

And this is an exact double as if he had a twin brother.

The thing is, as far as he’s aware, he’s an only child.

But, there’s a knock on the door, and things are about to get very hectic…

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More tomorrow.

The Things We Do For Love – The final editor’s draft – Day 8

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Back at work, all thoughts of the holiday are shoved to one side.  Ships, being very large machines with many working parts, and humans left to tend to them., provide a dearth of distractions, from badly loaded cargo, engines with problems, crew signing on and off, victualling, and duelling with the officers.

And helping his relief purser sort out everything that had gone wrong.

Only after sailing hour passed, and there were moments when nothing could be done, did Henry get to tell his captain and others of what had happened, in not so many words.  All are surprised at who she is.  None, apparently, knew what had happened to her.  Yet.

Michelle has found herself in a sanctuary away from those whom she is hiding from, courtesy of a friend, Millie, and a girl who was still caught up in the trade she used to ply.  She had friends who had helped her get to this point, and if she was discovered all three would pay for it dearly.  Any wonder that first night, home, alone, she was very miserable.

We are also introduced to Radly, the man who has no trouble with women, a man who only wishes Henry the same opportunities he has.  Always interested in his holiday, Henry finally catches up with him, and the secret is a secret no longer.  Eight weeks at sea was going to feel like a year.

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The Things We Do For Love – The final editor’s draft – Day 7

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It’s a slow march to the end of the stay for both of them.  By unspoken agreement, they partake in picnics, walks, and talk about anything other than parting.

And in the end, she alleviates his concerns for her by telling him about a fictitious job that might be available, if only to keep the truth from him.  It’s not fair, but it is better than the alternative.  She also tells him he can write to her.

And at the end, she realizes that on one hand, happiness was an option if she let it happen, and on the other, she had stronger feelings towards him than she should, and should not have let it happen.  It had, and it would have to be dealt with.

His concern that Mrs Mac might be worried about them is not a concern, she tells him that Mrs Mac had been subtly drawing them together with candle-lit meals, subdued lighting and gentle hints.

The fact he tells her he loves her almost breaks her heart. 

They remained together this time in his room that last night, and she had to use every reserve to stop them from making a mistake.

They have to go back to their lives, and maybe one day they could be together again.

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Henry takes the train back, an early call to return to the ship.  At least he will not have time, at home or elsewhere to reflect on what just happened.

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When Michelle returns home, we learn exactly who she is and why she left him.  But, after everything, was there a glimmer of a plan that might be her salvation.

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Mistaken Identity – The Third Editor’s Draft – Day 4

I have been working on the story, the editor has gone through the first draft several times after I made the changes requested, and some new additional writing – and I’m now working on the suggestions

…

The writing proceeds at a steady rate because the ideas are there. There’s planning, but not too far into the future because, like any relationship, the one between the current two main characters has to develop, or die.

I was waiting to see where their interaction takes us.

But then, our main character now must confront the notion he had a doppelganger, and not only that but he is also a criminal who just murdered someone, and his face is all over the television.

And this is an exact double as if he had a twin brother.

The thing is, as far as he’s aware, he’s an only child.

But, there’s a knock on the door, and things are about to get very hectic…

…

More tomorrow.

The Things We Do For Love – The final editor’s draft – Day 8

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Back at work, all thoughts of the holiday are shoved to one side.  Ships, being very large machines with many working parts, and humans left to tend to them., provide a dearth of distractions, from badly loaded cargo, engines with problems, crew signing on and off, victualling, and duelling with the officers.

And helping his relief purser sort out everything that had gone wrong.

Only after sailing hour passed, and there were moments when nothing could be done, did Henry get to tell his captain and others of what had happened, in not so many words.  All are surprised at who she is.  None, apparently, knew what had happened to her.  Yet.

Michelle has found herself in a sanctuary away from those whom she is hiding from, courtesy of a friend, Millie, and a girl who was still caught up in the trade she used to ply.  She had friends who had helped her get to this point, and if she was discovered all three would pay for it dearly.  Any wonder that first night, home, alone, she was very miserable.

We are also introduced to Radly, the man who has no trouble with women, a man who only wishes Henry the same opportunities he has.  Always interested in his holiday, Henry finally catches up with him, and the secret is a secret no longer.  Eight weeks at sea was going to feel like a year.

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The Things We Do For Love – The final editor’s draft – Day 8

…

Back at work, all thoughts of the holiday are shoved to one side.  Ships, being very large machines with many working parts, and humans left to tend to them., provide a dearth of distractions, from badly loaded cargo, engines with problems, crew signing on and off, victualling, and duelling with the officers.

And helping his relief purser sort out everything that had gone wrong.

Only after sailing hour passed, and there were moments when nothing could be done, did Henry get to tell his captain and others of what had happened, in not so many words.  All are surprised at who she is.  None, apparently, knew what had happened to her.  Yet.

Michelle has found herself in a sanctuary away from those whom she is hiding from, courtesy of a friend, Millie, and a girl who was still caught up in the trade she used to ply.  She had friends who had helped her get to this point, and if she was discovered all three would pay for it dearly.  Any wonder that first night, home, alone, she was very miserable.

We are also introduced to Radly, the man who has no trouble with women, a man who only wishes Henry the same opportunities he has.  Always interested in his holiday, Henry finally catches up with him, and the secret is a secret no longer.  Eight weeks at sea was going to feel like a year.

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