Something was at the back of my mind recently, disturbing what little equilibrium I enjoy J and worse still invading my slumber, giving me unpleasant dreams and waking me so thoroughly that I could not go back to sleep. After a few days realisation dawned – it was the characters in my novel. I didn’t like any of them; they seemed to have very few redeeming features and I really didn’t much care what happened to them.
It’s my own fault for writing such unappealing people! Since I abandoned them and turned to another work in progress I have felt more at ease and am sleeping better. I’m working with amiable characters now, or at least characters who are less obnoxious.
All this serves to illustrate is that I have very little in my life to worry about for which I am exceedingly grateful. I shall eventually return to my cast of nasties and give them a make-over, a face lift for the temperament – they’ll be better for it and so shall I!