After dinner Charlotte bought her laptop over and went through her collection of digital photographs that she had taken on safari. Stephen was impressed with her detailed knowledge of the animals and places.
‘You should write it all down, Charlie, I’m sure it would find an audience.’
‘Me, write? as in writing something other than an email or a report? I can’t see it somehow.’
‘I read your emails, they were very descriptive, I think you’ve got a real talent there. It just needs polishing up a bit. While you were away, I joined the local writers group. They’re a strange lot, mainly elderly, but they do have some younger members stashed away in a cupboard somewhere. Why don’t you join too? maybe together we could blow away some of the cobwebs and get it functioning again. What do you say?’
‘Writing, hmm, I have to admit I’ve always fancied the idea. My old English teacher said I should be a journalist. It’s certainly worth thinking about. What do they do at this group?’
‘Not a lot as things stand, but they do have writing competitions every month and they have reading nights, so you can get an idea of what strangers think of your work. Family members and friends are always going to be polite about your writing, and while that’s encouraging, it’s not really going to help.’
Stephen put the last few pages of his novel on the table. Charlotte picked it up and read.
‘This is great,’ she said eventually, ‘where’s the rest of it?’
Stephen tapped his head.
‘In here, I’ve more or less got it all worked out.’
‘So, you wrote the ending first?’
‘Yes, I know, the writers group thought I was mad too. Or at least I think they did; I didn’t get any reaction from them at all when I read it.’
Charlotte pursed her lips and thought for a moment.
‘Thinking about it, it’s quite logical. You should know where you’re going to end up.’
‘That’s how I see it. Of course, when I write the preceding chapters the story might take a major diversion and it may end up in a totally different place, but I just thought I’d give it a go.’
‘If the writers club is so old and crumbly, is there any real point in me joining. They sound a mean old bunch.’
‘I was told they are just scared of change; they know things will have to be done differently if the group is going to survive, but they just can’t face up to that reality.’
‘So, what are you going to do, start a revolution?’Continue reading