Day 40 – Reusing the same old words

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Re‑Spinning the Same Old Words: How to Make Familiar Language Feel Fresh

“The same words have been used over and over, and each writer puts a different spin on them… Has it all been said before? Probably, but not exactly. How do we reuse the words and make them stand out, or use words no one else has?”

If that line ever appeared on a sticky note in your notebook, you’re not alone. Every writer, from the teenage poet scribbling in a cafeteria to the seasoned novelist polishing a bestseller, wrestles with the same paradox: language is finite, but the stories we want to tell feel infinite.

In this post, we’ll unpack why repetition is inevitable, why it’s actually a good thing, and—most importantly—how you can give tired phrases a brand‑new coat of paint without inventing a secret dictionary. Grab a coffee, take a deep breath, and let’s turn the ordinary into the extraordinary.

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1. Why “Everything’s Been Said” Is a Myth (And a Helpful Reminder)

1.1 The Illusion of Originality

If you Google “love is…”, you’ll find an endless stream of metaphors: love is a battlefield, love is a rose, love is a hurricane. The truth is, we all pull from the same cultural wellspring—myths, movies, news headlines, memes. That doesn’t mean you can’t say something new; it means you have to re-contextualise the familiar.

1.2 The Power of Constraints

Ironically, limits can spark creativity. Poets have written entire collections using a single word (“The Waste Land” by T. S. Eliot includes “sea” 19 times). Constraints force you to explore angles you’d otherwise ignore.

1.3 The Brain’s Pattern‑Seeking Bias

Our minds love patterns, so when we hear a phrase we recognise, we automatically categorise it as “old”. By breaking that pattern—changing cadence, tempo, or point of view—you reset the mental shortcut and force the reader to engage again.

Bottom line: The fact that a phrase has been used before isn’t a death sentence. It’s a starting line.

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2. The Six “Spin” Techniques Every Writer Can Master

Below are the most reliable ways to give a well‑trodden expression a fresh spin, illustrated with concrete examples.

Technique	What It Does	Quick Example
Change the Lens	Shift perspective (who is speaking, who is listening, who is observing).	Original: “The city was a jungle.” Spin: “From the rooftop, the city unfolded like a tangled canopy, each neon vine pulsing with sirens.”
Swap the Metaphor	Replace the old metaphor with a new concrete image from a different domain.	Original: “Time is a thief.” Spin: “Time is a silent librarian, slipping a new card into the checkout slot before you notice the overdue notice.”
Flip the Syntax	Play with sentence structure—start with a verb, end with a noun, use an inversion.	Original: “She walked alone through the rain.” Spin: “Alone, she walked, rain stitching silver threads across her shoulders.”
Inject Sensory Details	Add smell, taste, touch, sound—make the abstract tangible.	Original: “He felt nervous.” Spin: “His stomach churned like a washing machine, the metallic tang of fear licking his tongue.”
Use Unexpected Juxtaposition	Pair two incongruous ideas to shock the brain into paying attention.	Original: “The meeting was boring.” Spin: “The meeting droned on, a marathon of beige wallpaper that could have been narrated by a sloth on a caffeine break.”
Borrow from Another Discipline	Slip a term from science, sport, cooking, etc., into your prose.	Original: “She was determined.” Spin: “She set her will like a GPS waypoint—no reroute could deter her.”

Mini‑Exercise: Spin a Cliché in 60 Seconds

Pick a cliché you love (or hate). Pick one of the six techniques above and rewrite it on a sticky note. You’ll be surprised how fast the magic appears.

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3. Going Beyond Spin: When to Create New Words

Sometimes a spin isn’t enough—your story demands a term that simply doesn’t exist. Here’s how to coin responsibly.

3.1 Identify the Gap

Ask yourself: What am I trying to convey that no existing word captures? If it’s a nuance of feeling, technology, or culture, you’ve found a candidate.

3.2 Keep It Intuitive

A good neologism feels like it should be a word. Use familiar morphemes (roots, prefixes, suffixes).

Example	Breakdown
Glowsome	Glow + awesome → “Radiantly impressive.”
Techno‑soul	Techno + soul → “A personality shaped by digital culture.”

3.3 Test It in Context

Write a short paragraph using the coined term. If the surrounding sentences make its meaning clear without a dictionary, you’ve succeeded.

3.4 Beware of Over‑Coining

Even J.K. Rowling, who invented Muggles and Quidditch, kept the list short. Overloading your prose with invented vocabulary can alienate readers.

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4. Real‑World Case Studies: Authors Who Mastered Reuse

4.1 Ernest Hemingway – “Iceberg Theory”

Hemingway repeated simple, declarative sentences but made each one feel new by omitting—letting the subtext do the heavy lifting. His reuse of plain language was a spin on the minimalist tradition.

4.2 Margaret Atwood – “Speculative Metaphors”

In The Handmaid’s Tale, Atwood repurposes biblical language for a dystopia. She re‑contexts ancient phrasing, turning “Blessed be the fruit of thy womb” into a chilling political slogan.

4.3 Ta-Nehisi Coates – “Historical Collage”

Coates blends modern slang with historical speech patterns, creating a juxtaposition that feels both familiar and revolutionary. His sentence “The dream of the past is a nightmare we keep trying to remember” twists the classic “American Dream” into something personal and urgent.

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5. Practical Toolbox: How to Turn the “Same Old Words” into Your Signature

Tool	Description	When to Use
Voice Journal	Record a 5‑minute monologue in different moods (angry, wistful, sarcastic). Listen for words that feel uniquely yours.	Early drafts, developing a distinct narrative voice.
Word‑Swap Map	Write a list of common adjectives (big, small, bright). Next to each, write 3 unconventional synonyms or sensory equivalents.	When you notice you’re leaning on “big” a lot.
Constraint Sprint	Set a timer for 15 minutes and write a scene using only 10 different nouns.	To force creative substitution and reduce reliance on clichés.
Cross‑Domain Reading	Read a cookbook, a physics textbook, a comic strip. Highlight any jargon that strikes you as evocative.	When you need fresh metaphors that feel authentic.
Feedback Loop	Pass a paragraph to a trusted beta reader and ask: “What word feels stale?”	After you think you’ve nailed a spin, but want external validation.

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6. The Bottom Line: Embrace the Echo, But Change the Tune

The truth is simple: language is a shared resource, and no one owns a phrase forever. What makes a piece of writing memorable isn’t whether a word has been used before—it’s how it’s used. By mastering the six spin techniques, learning to coin responsibly, and building a disciplined creative toolkit, you’ll turn even the most overused expression into a signature flourish.

So the next time you catch yourself thinking, “Has it all been said before?” pause, smile, and answer: “Maybe, but not exactly. And I’ve got a new way to say it.”

Happy rewriting!

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Further Reading & Resources

1. Steering the Craft by Ursula K. Le Guin – a deep dive into sentence-level innovation.
2. The Sense of Style by Steven Pinker – scientific insights into why some phrasing feels “new”.
3. Wordnik (website) – a treasure trove of obscure synonyms and neologisms.
4. The “Snowball” Writing Exercise – start with a single cliché and let each rewrite add a layer of spin.

Got a favorite spin technique or a newly coined word you’re proud of? Drop a comment below; let’s keep the conversation spinning!

Day 40 – Reusing the same old words

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Re‑Spinning the Same Old Words: How to Make Familiar Language Feel Fresh

“The same words have been used over and over, and each writer puts a different spin on them… Has it all been said before? Probably, but not exactly. How do we reuse the words and make them stand out, or use words no one else has?”

If that line ever appeared on a sticky note in your notebook, you’re not alone. Every writer, from the teenage poet scribbling in a cafeteria to the seasoned novelist polishing a bestseller, wrestles with the same paradox: language is finite, but the stories we want to tell feel infinite.

In this post, we’ll unpack why repetition is inevitable, why it’s actually a good thing, and—most importantly—how you can give tired phrases a brand‑new coat of paint without inventing a secret dictionary. Grab a coffee, take a deep breath, and let’s turn the ordinary into the extraordinary.

---

1. Why “Everything’s Been Said” Is a Myth (And a Helpful Reminder)

1.1 The Illusion of Originality

If you Google “love is…”, you’ll find an endless stream of metaphors: love is a battlefield, love is a rose, love is a hurricane. The truth is, we all pull from the same cultural wellspring—myths, movies, news headlines, memes. That doesn’t mean you can’t say something new; it means you have to re-contextualise the familiar.

1.2 The Power of Constraints

Ironically, limits can spark creativity. Poets have written entire collections using a single word (“The Waste Land” by T. S. Eliot includes “sea” 19 times). Constraints force you to explore angles you’d otherwise ignore.

1.3 The Brain’s Pattern‑Seeking Bias

Our minds love patterns, so when we hear a phrase we recognise, we automatically categorise it as “old”. By breaking that pattern—changing cadence, tempo, or point of view—you reset the mental shortcut and force the reader to engage again.

Bottom line: The fact that a phrase has been used before isn’t a death sentence. It’s a starting line.

---

2. The Six “Spin” Techniques Every Writer Can Master

Below are the most reliable ways to give a well‑trodden expression a fresh spin, illustrated with concrete examples.

Technique	What It Does	Quick Example
Change the Lens	Shift perspective (who is speaking, who is listening, who is observing).	Original: “The city was a jungle.” Spin: “From the rooftop, the city unfolded like a tangled canopy, each neon vine pulsing with sirens.”
Swap the Metaphor	Replace the old metaphor with a new concrete image from a different domain.	Original: “Time is a thief.” Spin: “Time is a silent librarian, slipping a new card into the checkout slot before you notice the overdue notice.”
Flip the Syntax	Play with sentence structure—start with a verb, end with a noun, use an inversion.	Original: “She walked alone through the rain.” Spin: “Alone, she walked, rain stitching silver threads across her shoulders.”
Inject Sensory Details	Add smell, taste, touch, sound—make the abstract tangible.	Original: “He felt nervous.” Spin: “His stomach churned like a washing machine, the metallic tang of fear licking his tongue.”
Use Unexpected Juxtaposition	Pair two incongruous ideas to shock the brain into paying attention.	Original: “The meeting was boring.” Spin: “The meeting droned on, a marathon of beige wallpaper that could have been narrated by a sloth on a caffeine break.”
Borrow from Another Discipline	Slip a term from science, sport, cooking, etc., into your prose.	Original: “She was determined.” Spin: “She set her will like a GPS waypoint—no reroute could deter her.”

Mini‑Exercise: Spin a Cliché in 60 Seconds

Pick a cliché you love (or hate). Pick one of the six techniques above and rewrite it on a sticky note. You’ll be surprised how fast the magic appears.

---

3. Going Beyond Spin: When to Create New Words

Sometimes a spin isn’t enough—your story demands a term that simply doesn’t exist. Here’s how to coin responsibly.

3.1 Identify the Gap

Ask yourself: What am I trying to convey that no existing word captures? If it’s a nuance of feeling, technology, or culture, you’ve found a candidate.

3.2 Keep It Intuitive

A good neologism feels like it should be a word. Use familiar morphemes (roots, prefixes, suffixes).

Example	Breakdown
Glowsome	Glow + awesome → “Radiantly impressive.”
Techno‑soul	Techno + soul → “A personality shaped by digital culture.”

3.3 Test It in Context

Write a short paragraph using the coined term. If the surrounding sentences make its meaning clear without a dictionary, you’ve succeeded.

3.4 Beware of Over‑Coining

Even J.K. Rowling, who invented Muggles and Quidditch, kept the list short. Overloading your prose with invented vocabulary can alienate readers.

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4. Real‑World Case Studies: Authors Who Mastered Reuse

4.1 Ernest Hemingway – “Iceberg Theory”

Hemingway repeated simple, declarative sentences but made each one feel new by omitting—letting the subtext do the heavy lifting. His reuse of plain language was a spin on the minimalist tradition.

4.2 Margaret Atwood – “Speculative Metaphors”

In The Handmaid’s Tale, Atwood repurposes biblical language for a dystopia. She re‑contexts ancient phrasing, turning “Blessed be the fruit of thy womb” into a chilling political slogan.

4.3 Ta-Nehisi Coates – “Historical Collage”

Coates blends modern slang with historical speech patterns, creating a juxtaposition that feels both familiar and revolutionary. His sentence “The dream of the past is a nightmare we keep trying to remember” twists the classic “American Dream” into something personal and urgent.

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5. Practical Toolbox: How to Turn the “Same Old Words” into Your Signature

Tool	Description	When to Use
Voice Journal	Record a 5‑minute monologue in different moods (angry, wistful, sarcastic). Listen for words that feel uniquely yours.	Early drafts, developing a distinct narrative voice.
Word‑Swap Map	Write a list of common adjectives (big, small, bright). Next to each, write 3 unconventional synonyms or sensory equivalents.	When you notice you’re leaning on “big” a lot.
Constraint Sprint	Set a timer for 15 minutes and write a scene using only 10 different nouns.	To force creative substitution and reduce reliance on clichés.
Cross‑Domain Reading	Read a cookbook, a physics textbook, a comic strip. Highlight any jargon that strikes you as evocative.	When you need fresh metaphors that feel authentic.
Feedback Loop	Pass a paragraph to a trusted beta reader and ask: “What word feels stale?”	After you think you’ve nailed a spin, but want external validation.

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6. The Bottom Line: Embrace the Echo, But Change the Tune

The truth is simple: language is a shared resource, and no one owns a phrase forever. What makes a piece of writing memorable isn’t whether a word has been used before—it’s how it’s used. By mastering the six spin techniques, learning to coin responsibly, and building a disciplined creative toolkit, you’ll turn even the most overused expression into a signature flourish.

So the next time you catch yourself thinking, “Has it all been said before?” pause, smile, and answer: “Maybe, but not exactly. And I’ve got a new way to say it.”

Happy rewriting!

---

Further Reading & Resources

1. Steering the Craft by Ursula K. Le Guin – a deep dive into sentence-level innovation.
2. The Sense of Style by Steven Pinker – scientific insights into why some phrasing feels “new”.
3. Wordnik (website) – a treasure trove of obscure synonyms and neologisms.
4. The “Snowball” Writing Exercise – start with a single cliché and let each rewrite add a layer of spin.

Got a favorite spin technique or a newly coined word you’re proud of? Drop a comment below; let’s keep the conversation spinning!

Days 38 and 39 – Write a story that is difficult to write

I am trying to create a narrative that includes what I believe to be my grandmother’s manner

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Now, it was back to cruising, heading for Toulon, and then Naples, and I’d spent a few hours on deck watching the Mediterranean go by, as well as other ships, and a fair number of naval vessels.

It was going to get very hot if war broke out, with the dreadnoughts and battleships facing off against each other.  It would make Nelson’s battle of Trafalgar look very tame indeed.

There was another chair near, and I heard it scrape softly across the floor, then stop.  I glanced over at the girl as she sat down.  She had a magazine in hand, perhaps bought at the railway station to read on the train down to Tilbury.  She glanced around, taking in the situation and appeared to have also assessed the relative peacefulness of the corner.

“Miss Rose, oops, sorry, Rosalie.”

She frowned, then smiled, perhaps accepting that my upbringing would get in the way for a while yet.  We had already decided on first names, though I usually forgot, and manners slipped in, adding a Miss before it.  I should have correctly addressed her as Miss Willshire, but that seemed too formal.

“Privately, like this, I shall call you David.”

“Of course, and I agree with you.  I believe we can blame Debrett’s for the naming protocol.”

She looked puzzled

“Sorry, again.  There’s a book issued every year with all the titled people from the king down.  My father is in there, and unfortunately, so am I.”

“I’ll have to find one.  What does it say about you?”

“Third son, no chance of becoming the Duke, and unmarried.  I don’t know why that would be significant.”

She smiled.  Clearly, she knew something I didn’t.  She said, with a half grin, “To some, you would make an excellent match.  I’m sure there are mothers with plans for their daughters to marry into nobility.  Even some on this ship.”

Again, there was that knowing expression, and I wondered if any of the other girls had said anything.  I hoped I wasn’t giving them or anyone else the wrong impression.

“The eligibles would be in first class.  It’s why I travel second. I’m not worth anything, despite having a job.  Bills to pay, lifestyle to maintain, it’s ridiculous that I have to maintain a standard so the rest of the family can keep up appearances.  You’re lucky.  I understand your father was a well-respected businessman.”

“He was.  Builder of mostly terraces, I think.  Sometimes he worked on specific public buildings.  There’s stonework of his on display in Abergavenny.  I mean to go there one day and see it.”

“Unlike my family, who have no claim to have created a lasting reminder of our existence.”  It often bothered me that we were not making a difference, not in a manner that anyone in a hundred years would look back and see evidence of it.

“What do your parents think of you going to Australia, of all places?”

“My father died about six years back, and my mother, five.  But if they were alive, perhaps they would be a little pensive.  But I am going to visit my uncle’s son, Henry, and his daughter Emma, who is two years older than me.  We have been corresponding for quite some years, and she suggested I might come out, especially now I’m an orphan, of sorts.”

“No brothers and sisters?”

“I would have had another older brother, but he died 17 months after being born.  I know my mother took a while to get over that.  And father, given he was a son.”

It was not spoken with rancour, but there was that undercurrent of how different boys were treated.

“But I have a few stepbrothers and sisters, so I’m not alone.  I get to see them as well as my uncles and aunts from time to time.  But enough about me, you are far more interesting.  Tell me about your family.”

I would have said the opposite was true, but I gave her my usual spiel without glorifying the aristocracy like my brothers would, without making it sound better or worse and with sensitivity to others’ situations.  Not everyone was lucky to have parents like mine; if it could be said, being mired in tradition and expectation was a blessing.

It was clear to me she was not rich but comfortable.  She had the education and manners of a girl who went to decent schools.  She spoke well and was knowledgeable enough to hold her own in a conversation.  She was, however, a little shy or perhaps reserved, and I found that a quality rather than a problem.

And best of all, she made pleasant company of the sort that a companionable silence would not be seen as awkward.

“So,” she said at the end of it, “all children are the same. They just live in different houses.”

“I wish I could say that for some of the children in first class.  Proper little spoilt brats they are.”

I could see from her expression that she agreed but remained silent on the subject.  Those children had nannies travelling with them, but that didn’t guarantee obedience.  In our class, there were no nannies, and the mother coped.  By and large, they were well behaved, and now that the ship school had kicked in, there weren’t so many running around.

“They probably don’t get to see their parents as often,” she said, “with nannies and servants looking after them.  I was lucky my nanny cared, as did the domestic staff.  My father was away for business a lot, but my mother was always there.

“Then you were indeed lucky.  I’m not sure how I would categorise my experience other than that a lot of it was at boarding school.  My brothers loved it.  I hated it.”

“And yet here you are, and a lawyer as well.  My father always talked of sending me to University, but he died before I was of age, and my mother, bless her soul, didn’t believe in girls getting higher education, that our world was one of running a house and having children.  Can’t say the idea of that has appealed to me, but I’m sure that’s where I’ll end up, like it or lump it.”

“Do you work?”

A momentary flash of the eyes.  “Of course.  I have to support myself.  I have a great job in the drapery department at a large store in Gillingham.  Slade and Sons.  They allowed me to live there after my mother died, and the house we had wasn’t ours, so I couldn’t live there.  I’ve been at Gillingham almost since I turned sixteen.  I have been working towards becoming a milliner.”

Clearly, she could see that as a man, I had no idea what she was talking about.

“I design and make hats for ladies, and sometimes they let me work on dresses.  I make all my own.”

For a confessed shop girl, she was so much more.  It explained the hat.  It explained her undeniable elegance, manner and self-confidence.

“Lady Penelope would absolutely love that blue hat you were wearing the day we boarded the ship.  It certainly stood out.”

She smiled.  “Thank you.”

Lady Penelope would like her dresses, too. “Perhaps if I give you an address, you could send a card.  I’m sure Lady Penelope would like to see what you can do for her.  She would definitely like your style.”

Understated but elegant, and yet I was sure Penelope would like to have a personal dress maker that wasn’t trying too hard to make a statement, the gist of her rant the last time she visited and bent my ear on a subject, there was no proper answer I could give to what I discovered was a rhetorical question.

I could see that the magazine she brought with her was about fashion.

“Again, thank you.  It is something I intend to explore when I go home.”

A steward appeared, and we ordered drinks.  I politely requested her to let me pay, but not in any way an obligation on her part for recompense.  I had an arrangement my father had set up, and why not lean on his generosity?

She accepted graciously, but I knew she would find a way to repay me.  It was going to make the voyage all the more interesting.

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©  Charles Heath  2025-2026

Days 38 and 39 – Write a story that is difficult to write

I am trying to create a narrative that includes what I believe to be my grandmother’s manner

…

Now, it was back to cruising, heading for Toulon, and then Naples, and I’d spent a few hours on deck watching the Mediterranean go by, as well as other ships, and a fair number of naval vessels.

It was going to get very hot if war broke out, with the dreadnoughts and battleships facing off against each other.  It would make Nelson’s battle of Trafalgar look very tame indeed.

There was another chair near, and I heard it scrape softly across the floor, then stop.  I glanced over at the girl as she sat down.  She had a magazine in hand, perhaps bought at the railway station to read on the train down to Tilbury.  She glanced around, taking in the situation and appeared to have also assessed the relative peacefulness of the corner.

“Miss Rose, oops, sorry, Rosalie.”

She frowned, then smiled, perhaps accepting that my upbringing would get in the way for a while yet.  We had already decided on first names, though I usually forgot, and manners slipped in, adding a Miss before it.  I should have correctly addressed her as Miss Willshire, but that seemed too formal.

“Privately, like this, I shall call you David.”

“Of course, and I agree with you.  I believe we can blame Debrett’s for the naming protocol.”

She looked puzzled

“Sorry, again.  There’s a book issued every year with all the titled people from the king down.  My father is in there, and unfortunately, so am I.”

“I’ll have to find one.  What does it say about you?”

“Third son, no chance of becoming the Duke, and unmarried.  I don’t know why that would be significant.”

She smiled.  Clearly, she knew something I didn’t.  She said, with a half grin, “To some, you would make an excellent match.  I’m sure there are mothers with plans for their daughters to marry into nobility.  Even some on this ship.”

Again, there was that knowing expression, and I wondered if any of the other girls had said anything.  I hoped I wasn’t giving them or anyone else the wrong impression.

“The eligibles would be in first class.  It’s why I travel second. I’m not worth anything, despite having a job.  Bills to pay, lifestyle to maintain, it’s ridiculous that I have to maintain a standard so the rest of the family can keep up appearances.  You’re lucky.  I understand your father was a well-respected businessman.”

“He was.  Builder of mostly terraces, I think.  Sometimes he worked on specific public buildings.  There’s stonework of his on display in Abergavenny.  I mean to go there one day and see it.”

“Unlike my family, who have no claim to have created a lasting reminder of our existence.”  It often bothered me that we were not making a difference, not in a manner that anyone in a hundred years would look back and see evidence of it.

“What do your parents think of you going to Australia, of all places?”

“My father died about six years back, and my mother, five.  But if they were alive, perhaps they would be a little pensive.  But I am going to visit my uncle’s son, Henry, and his daughter Emma, who is two years older than me.  We have been corresponding for quite some years, and she suggested I might come out, especially now I’m an orphan, of sorts.”

“No brothers and sisters?”

“I would have had another older brother, but he died 17 months after being born.  I know my mother took a while to get over that.  And father, given he was a son.”

It was not spoken with rancour, but there was that undercurrent of how different boys were treated.

“But I have a few stepbrothers and sisters, so I’m not alone.  I get to see them as well as my uncles and aunts from time to time.  But enough about me, you are far more interesting.  Tell me about your family.”

I would have said the opposite was true, but I gave her my usual spiel without glorifying the aristocracy like my brothers would, without making it sound better or worse and with sensitivity to others’ situations.  Not everyone was lucky to have parents like mine; if it could be said, being mired in tradition and expectation was a blessing.

It was clear to me she was not rich but comfortable.  She had the education and manners of a girl who went to decent schools.  She spoke well and was knowledgeable enough to hold her own in a conversation.  She was, however, a little shy or perhaps reserved, and I found that a quality rather than a problem.

And best of all, she made pleasant company of the sort that a companionable silence would not be seen as awkward.

“So,” she said at the end of it, “all children are the same. They just live in different houses.”

“I wish I could say that for some of the children in first class.  Proper little spoilt brats they are.”

I could see from her expression that she agreed but remained silent on the subject.  Those children had nannies travelling with them, but that didn’t guarantee obedience.  In our class, there were no nannies, and the mother coped.  By and large, they were well behaved, and now that the ship school had kicked in, there weren’t so many running around.

“They probably don’t get to see their parents as often,” she said, “with nannies and servants looking after them.  I was lucky my nanny cared, as did the domestic staff.  My father was away for business a lot, but my mother was always there.

“Then you were indeed lucky.  I’m not sure how I would categorise my experience other than that a lot of it was at boarding school.  My brothers loved it.  I hated it.”

“And yet here you are, and a lawyer as well.  My father always talked of sending me to University, but he died before I was of age, and my mother, bless her soul, didn’t believe in girls getting higher education, that our world was one of running a house and having children.  Can’t say the idea of that has appealed to me, but I’m sure that’s where I’ll end up, like it or lump it.”

“Do you work?”

A momentary flash of the eyes.  “Of course.  I have to support myself.  I have a great job in the drapery department at a large store in Gillingham.  Slade and Sons.  They allowed me to live there after my mother died, and the house we had wasn’t ours, so I couldn’t live there.  I’ve been at Gillingham almost since I turned sixteen.  I have been working towards becoming a milliner.”

Clearly, she could see that as a man, I had no idea what she was talking about.

“I design and make hats for ladies, and sometimes they let me work on dresses.  I make all my own.”

For a confessed shop girl, she was so much more.  It explained the hat.  It explained her undeniable elegance, manner and self-confidence.

“Lady Penelope would absolutely love that blue hat you were wearing the day we boarded the ship.  It certainly stood out.”

She smiled.  “Thank you.”

Lady Penelope would like her dresses, too. “Perhaps if I give you an address, you could send a card.  I’m sure Lady Penelope would like to see what you can do for her.  She would definitely like your style.”

Understated but elegant, and yet I was sure Penelope would like to have a personal dress maker that wasn’t trying too hard to make a statement, the gist of her rant the last time she visited and bent my ear on a subject, there was no proper answer I could give to what I discovered was a rhetorical question.

I could see that the magazine she brought with her was about fashion.

“Again, thank you.  It is something I intend to explore when I go home.”

A steward appeared, and we ordered drinks.  I politely requested her to let me pay, but not in any way an obligation on her part for recompense.  I had an arrangement my father had set up, and why not lean on his generosity?

She accepted graciously, but I knew she would find a way to repay me.  It was going to make the voyage all the more interesting.

…

©  Charles Heath  2025-2026

More about my second novel

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OK. So the story is about Alistair’s mother seeking revenge on Zoe for killing her son.

She’s not the only one.

Zoe is or was an assassin. She had a substantial number of kills to her credit, but she doesn’t share numbers, so we won’t find out exactly how many, and others seek revenge, too.

One is co-incidentally, the head of the intelligence service John’s friend Sebastian works for, a man by the name of Worthington, who had a twin brother whom she killed by mistake.

He has been using his position in intelligence to track the woman who executed his brother for some time, and being in Venice at the time of the Alistair affair, he catches sight of Zoe recovering in a hospital after requesting to meet Sebastian’s newest recruit.

Of course, Sebastian is playing fast and loose with the truth, as always, but the damage is done.

Zoe, aka Mary Anne, aka Chantal, is now being hunted by three different people and has just had a bounty put on her head, guaranteeing even more people searching for her.

All while heading to a meeting in Marseilles about a freelance hit.

Yes, it’s going to be the proverbial rollercoaster ride…