One of the problems with writing historical fiction is that when you’re not in the mood to write it, you’re really not in the mood to write it.
One of the problems with writing historical fiction is that when you’re not in the mood to write it, you’re really not in the mood to write it.
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“And then a petrol truck blew up” would have made things interesting. Should have introduced an apocalypse, as one does when one is desperate in November.
Except I kind of did by having an influenza epidemic within the community, sent a dozen people off to the country to convalesce, and killed an eleven year-old girl of it. Didn’t do much. Yawn.