A cool and grey day here chez Casa Reynard.
Slept well. Have had another quiet day doing the basic necessities.
Lovely luncheon of buttered toast, the last of the jar of herrings, some rillettes de porc, the last of the smoked cheddar, plus a pear, some raspberries and a
Had intended on cutting some grass, but the half hour sit down to work on some writing before heading out into the garden ended up lasting the entire afternoon. Ergo the grass cutting was shelved. I added further details to Carly Bradshaw's character and background, and modified some passages that I've already written to that effect.
The objective of this being to further distance and differentiate Bradshaw from the real life person who she is modelled on, although she largely occupies the same space in the story. Conscious of this, we only see her through the lens of my main character - who despises Bradshaw, almost to the point of being irrational about it. Mainly because she holds Bradshaw responsible for the death of the man that she loves. Hell hath no fury like a woman who feels hard done by and all that...
Now enjoying a nice
