I have been privileged enough to be amongst the primary readers of a manuscript penned by a dear family member – a work of fiction, the first draft!
Writing and reading have been two of my closest companions since I can remember, and I am never more happy than when I am sharing these loves with my family and friends. Reading far and wide is almost always a pleasure, but writing, now that can be hard work. My congratulations go out, for this, her first draft. And since she shows great interest in my own writing, I was thrilled when she suggested I use a few excerpts for my blog.
I can’t give away the provisional title, but the story loosely follows an intimate couple as they grapple with significant events during their life together. The narrative is coloured with many consequential characters, which allow plenty of opportunity for plot twists and a clever unfolding of the central themes. I’m hesitant to simply label it a family saga, but the author does introduce a large number of closely related characters early on, and the ensuing dramatic developments may give some readers that impression.
Of course, being family, I’m bound to be biased, but the merit in this draft is surely indisputable. A timeless tale that will no doubt touch all true romantics.
So I am pleased to invite you to read on and enjoy this brief peek into the creative world of fiction writing…
The beginning is powerful and unapologetic –
Once upon a time there were two frogs named Rosy and Jon. One day they met at the river. They wanted to get married, then the next day they got married. Rosy laid 40 eggs.
Danger lurks around every corner for the frog family, but then a chance encounter and a blossoming friendship means the tables are turned –
Then they met a snake and the snake said I will eat you. The frogs ran away. Then they met a spider and the spider said I will eat you. The frog family ran away. Then they got some food, then they found a new pond and it was peaceful. Then they met a nice friend, it was a fly. Then the frogs ate the fly and that was the end of the fly.
A new key character enters amidst a cloud of drama, but when the confusion settles passion is once again restored –
Then a noise came. The frog family woke up and it was Spotty the frog. “Would you like to camp with us?” said the tadpoles. Then a bird swooped down and bit Spotty! “Are you ok?” “No,” said Spotty the frog. “I will put a wet leaf on the cut.” Then it felt much better. Then one of the tadpoles said Rosy and Jon should kiss, so they did, then they got some food.
And the author of this promising piece of work?
My six year old daughter. Certainly a proud mother moment – I think she’ll be going places…
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