I'm excited about the premise for this book—what a fascinating, important real-life inspiration—and I also admire the patience and control that's evident in these opening chapters. Those folding maps, that art-room guillotine, I feel like this world is created half by your words, half by my memories...
Yes! I failed a thousand times before I felt confident enough to speak as I would if we were in the same room, and even now when I listen to it I think “oh lore, could do better” , I hear the trying. But this is how I learn, by failing out loud. I’m about to record the audio for In Judgement of Others which will be going out on Audible, a much bigger stage, and I’m nervous…
"She’d thought then that if she could paint like that, she didn’t mind learning a few rules, and she’d leave Surbiton with its stupid shops and stupid people and her dad going on about how Maggie had a firm hand on everything and go and live somewhere else where she could paint pictures of the Pope screaming all day." What a great sentence. It contains worlds and evokes the early 80s in England so beautifully.
I spent a year listening to early 80’s pop, watching tv of the time, anything to get me back there, all of my own memories leaping up to be heard. What a time it was.
Starting to really feel Bridget’s pulse, love how she found herself in The Scream.
And the details you offer are so fun Eleanor, this one made me pause and laugh out loud. “Miss Jenkins came in looking flustered and pink in the nose as usual, her thin wispy hair waving like the plants in the slightest breeze, even her breath would do it.”😉
I'm excited about the premise for this book—what a fascinating, important real-life inspiration—and I also admire the patience and control that's evident in these opening chapters. Those folding maps, that art-room guillotine, I feel like this world is created half by your words, half by my memories...
That is the most wonderful comment for a writer to hear. Thank you.
I’m enjoying your voice narrating Fallout.. was it scary to attempt to audio your own writing?!
Yes! I failed a thousand times before I felt confident enough to speak as I would if we were in the same room, and even now when I listen to it I think “oh lore, could do better” , I hear the trying. But this is how I learn, by failing out loud. I’m about to record the audio for In Judgement of Others which will be going out on Audible, a much bigger stage, and I’m nervous…
I smiled through the whole read. No, even better, I grinned. I’m completely charmed by her.
And, of course, there’s the effortlessly new narrator’s voice, pacing, sentence structure, and rhythm. You know, that.
✊🏻
"She’d thought then that if she could paint like that, she didn’t mind learning a few rules, and she’d leave Surbiton with its stupid shops and stupid people and her dad going on about how Maggie had a firm hand on everything and go and live somewhere else where she could paint pictures of the Pope screaming all day." What a great sentence. It contains worlds and evokes the early 80s in England so beautifully.
I spent a year listening to early 80’s pop, watching tv of the time, anything to get me back there, all of my own memories leaping up to be heard. What a time it was.
I am that girl - I adore my art teacher ... Marvellous writing
I had an art teacher like Miss Jenkins in high school. Had no idea how lucky I was. Solidarity!
Me too!
Bacon was an inspiration in one of mine...
Also, can never think of Bacon without remembering this https://thehabit.co/knowledge-is-power-france-is-bacon/
Cute - made all the more confusing by the two F. Bacons ;)
When I don’t know what to do I go and stare at his work.
Bridget! And I already adore Miss Jenkins. Can’t wait for the next installation. :)
I adore Miss Jenkins ❤️
God this is so brilliant, I am so fucking glad you're writing this ❤️
🙌
You go Brigit! And Miss Jenkins will be a valuable ally.
Your reading is also really engaging
Starting to really feel Bridget’s pulse, love how she found herself in The Scream.
And the details you offer are so fun Eleanor, this one made me pause and laugh out loud. “Miss Jenkins came in looking flustered and pink in the nose as usual, her thin wispy hair waving like the plants in the slightest breeze, even her breath would do it.”😉
I love Miss Jenkins. You will see …
The energy of each installment!
Bridget takes charge, as only a child and central character, at least here, can do.
So happy to be reading your prose in serial again ♥️
Thanks, Willow 😊
Oh love the photo!