I have started drafting a new character for a story set in Italy about different generations of women and the men in their lives. Nonna is obviously not happy with her choice of man!
Nonna slapped the espresso machine into existence and steam gathered in a cloud on the mirror over the bar. She glared in the mirror into the middle distance and swore under her breath. Her good-for-nothing husband was sitting there as usual like a fat salami in the square with all his friends. She shoved the milk jug under the frother like she was holding his head under a tap. He sat there enjoying himself while she did all the hard work as usual. Her assault on the coffee machine came to a halt and she poured two caffe lattes out into massive china bowls. She carried them over to a table and came back to the counter for two brioche and some paper serviettes. “Gianna, come down amore. Breakfast!” She sat down in the booth and waited for her grand-daughter to appear. She wouldn’t bother to make her husband breakfast or sit down and eat it with him.
I love creating characters and this one is one of my favourites – he’s for a fairy-tale style story, but he has to be the most vain, useless and inept knight going. There is also in the story a magician, a witch, a fortune teller and of course a hero/heroine.
He sat in a glamorous knightly pose. He checked his reflection in his sparkling armour and brushed an imaginary fingerprint away. His “How To…” book was open at his favourite chapter about rescuing princesses. His white steed was grazing alongside the meandering stream. Willows dangled prettily. It was a perfect scene for rescuing a damsel in distress. His silver armour shone to perfection. He ran his finger under the collar. Wearing armour was hot work. He picked up his shield and checked his reflection. He looked good, better than the others anyway. Hair – blonde and recently trimmed by Manuel (his stylist). Stubble – just showing. It gave the girls a thrill and it looked like he’d been too busy slaying dragons to shave. Physique – tough. He worked on his thrust and parry daily. Overall – brave because of the sword, gentle because of the poetry reciting and the rose he carried (silk because he’d taken so long to find a damsel in distress that any normal rose would have wilted with boredom). He surveyed the competition around him – a field full of knights just like him.
I hope that you enjoyed “The Girl from the Sea”. Let me know in the comments section what you thought.
In other news….it’s time for a new adventure! I am in the process of writing a new story about the state of our oceans and of how that there will be more plastic in our seas than fish in 50 years or so. This idea terrifies me so I’m trying to find a way to make the story positive!
I will keep you posted, but in the meantime this article is some of the inspiration behind the story!