Wherein Jack talks about Beasties
Couldn't help it.
No, this post has nothing to do with pirates.
I am writing this while sitting at my desk, surrounded by laundry, with an ice pack wrapped around my head, and fall music playing. All I need is someone to bring me some hot chocolate coffee and I'd be set. Oh, and if it would start raining...that would add to the mood.
I've been wanting to do this post for a while - by that I mean a week or two. Since I haven't had the idea for this story for long. But as I mentioned, I am entering the Five Enchanted Roses contest. (There is a link, but I'm feeling too out of it to find it. Or too lazy, take your pick. But it isn't hard to find.) Basically, a book is going to be coming out containing five short stories of the retold Beauty and the Beast fairy tale. I wasn't going to enter, because I don't do short stories really well, and I've tried to retell fairy tales and that always flops. So, mixing the two didn't seem like a good idea.
But now I am entering.
Why? You might be asking. Or maybe you are asking why you don't have a bowl of ice cream right at this moment, which is a more important question.
A year or so ago I got the random inspiration for a story called Finding the Magic. It was going to be set during the London Blitz and be about some children who went to the country to stay with this older man till they could go back home. While there, the man teaches them there is still magic in the world, even though it is hard to see because of the war going on. He was supposed to take them on all these fun adventures - like picnics, hikes, fishing, swimming - and show them God was still taking care of them.
For some reason the story never took off and sat in the back of my mind collecting dust. I wasn't sure if I'd ever get round to it, when the contest came along. And something bounced into something else and hit the right spark and before I knew it the story shortened itself into a Beauty and the Beast retelling.
The story, still with the same title, is about 15-year-old Belle. She is sent to live with grumpy Adam Prince in the country when the bombings begin in London. Her father is fighting in the war, but before he left he gave her a rose and reminded her to always look for the magic - God's blessings - in everything, even if she has to look past thorns.
Belle is determined to find the magic in her new home, and at first it is easy when she is befriended by the maid's son, who goes by Chip. But then she meets Mr. Prince and her resolution becomes harder. Until she decides she is going to show Mr. Prince - who is grieving over something he refuses to talk about - the magic she can see.
I'm not sure how well it will do, as it doesn't have the typical elements of a Beauty and the Beast story - since Mr. Prince doesn't actually look like a Beast and there is no romance in it. (Maybe a hint, but nothing huge.) It is another of my friendship stories.
I've been having fun writing it, more then I thought I would.
And that, my friends, is what I am working on now. I want to finish it by the end of this month so it can get some editing before I send it in. And I got behind with the whole tooth thing.
That said, I saw Doctor Who last night. Deep Breath, 12's first episode. 12 has instantly become one of my favourites. And that is why I used a quote from the episode.