Unblocked

For days now I have been in a literary no mans land. 

No matter how hard I tried and believe me, I have been beating myself up about this, I  haven't been happy with the dozens of 'first attempts' that have ended up in the bin.  Nothing was gelling, everything I tried seemed either too contrived, too wordy, far too confusing or just plain rubbish.  I've been getting more and more disheartened and last week I was seriously considering putting all the research away in a locked cupboard so that I could move on from it.

Then last night everything changed.

There I was sitting watching the TV and it came to me, it was like one of those eureka moments, I'd finally realised how to start the novel. 

'That's it' I shouted to the dogs who were sprawled across the settees.  

'I'm going to have Max's grandson investigate his grandfather a la 'Who Do They Think They Are'. 

It will still be Max's story but now with the twist that it is through Dom's investigations that the story will unfold.

I feel as if a weight has been lifted and I now feel able to start writing.  

And what do the dogs think about it? well not a lot, but they were impressed when I celebrated by putting the kettle on and dishing out the Bonios  (those damn biscuits are just too dry without a cuppa!)