The Thing I Was Trying To Write
I started These Ghosts of Ours — which I hesitantly call a novel — an embarrasingly long time ago, as a teenager.
I’ve actually probably been working on it for half my life at this point, although I’ve had massive breaks of years when I didn’t do anything on it at all because my life was imploding in various ways, shapes, and forms. 😅
(If I’m lucky I may finish These Ghosts of Ours by the time I’m 100! Woo!)
It keeps morphing.
These Ghosts of Ours is barely recognisable from its starting point…
✍️ The main characters have changed entirely.
Side characters who cropped up halfway through those early versions now have centre stage. A prior Love Interest has been more-or-less sidelined ( though she remains unhappy about it.)
✍️ The setting is different.
I’m not trying to set things in London, which was never truly gonna be me.
Instead, we’re right here in my beloved Wales.