This episode!! I'm listening on Apple podcasts (thank you thank you for putting it up there, your recordings are wonderful) but THIS EPISODE, they're all brilliant, obviously, but this episode... I'm pausing my binge-listen to play this one again. You're a genius.
"Only starlight and cold, the forest and the trail of smoke from Cerise’s cigarette as she smoked the last of it and threw it past Bridget’s head, the flicker and die of an ember on muddy ground, the wind that made the tarpaulin flap, the wild of being outside and feet passing by she didn’t know, other women going to bed and beyond it all, beyond the fire a flicker of the lights that never went off... " This whole sentence is just exquisite, Eleanor. What's also wonderful ls the way it is indicating a shift in Bridget's soul as the influence of the camp and Cerise take hold.
You capture well the instant camaraderie of a protest. I've never been involved in one but the allure of instant and fierce community has to be strong, especially for a teenager.
This episode!! I'm listening on Apple podcasts (thank you thank you for putting it up there, your recordings are wonderful) but THIS EPISODE, they're all brilliant, obviously, but this episode... I'm pausing my binge-listen to play this one again. You're a genius.
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Loving this, Eleanor!
Oh, I am beyond worried for Bridget. The way you dial up the stress (and character stakes) is marvelous!
"Only starlight and cold, the forest and the trail of smoke from Cerise’s cigarette as she smoked the last of it and threw it past Bridget’s head, the flicker and die of an ember on muddy ground, the wind that made the tarpaulin flap, the wild of being outside and feet passing by she didn’t know, other women going to bed and beyond it all, beyond the fire a flicker of the lights that never went off... " This whole sentence is just exquisite, Eleanor. What's also wonderful ls the way it is indicating a shift in Bridget's soul as the influence of the camp and Cerise take hold.
Thanks so much. Experiencing it with Bridget was a wonder.
The way you ramp up tension in fiction always gets me!
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I am enjoying this very much, it’s like Bridget is slowly emerging from her chrysalis. Can’t wait for the next installation ✨
Just love watching Bridget grow. even if she does get dragged home (only one possibility) she's a very different person already.
That last paragraph. Masterful. ❤️
I am loving this and it just keeps getting better and more interesting. This was the best chapter yet. Thank you so much for sharing this!
Thanks, Jeff, and glad to have you on board.
You capture well the instant camaraderie of a protest. I've never been involved in one but the allure of instant and fierce community has to be strong, especially for a teenager.
Love the intimacy of this scene. And this: “the white and shouting lights of the base through a darkness that deserved better.” Yes.