More notes for the Neil Gaiman appreciation. Then, after a few scribbled items of no particular import, the beginning of a story I never wrote and cannot remember at all. That’s one of the functions of the notebook, to start stories and see if they catch fire or not.
Here’s what I wrote:
She was an absolutely ordinary woman, which means that to any thinking man she was perfectly admirable, and, given her birth and status, it was inevitable that she should become engaged to a suitable officer in the Airship Corps.
Her husband-to-be was a man of distinction. He had set the firestorm of Humbleton, and dropped the troops that scoured Nix of all life. She could not be happy with the deaths these
To be continued, not in the next post but the one after.
What a terrible doodle of the woman’s face, though! Now you know why there are so many cut-outs and collages in my notebooks. My drawing is almost as bad as my handwriting.