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Well, got all three chapters of time and again loaded this evening. i thought I'd turned voting off until it was complete but I obviously pressed the wrong tit. C'est la vie. Mind you some one did manage to mark the first chapter with a 1. I suppose it's rather like the old thing about a million monkey's typing only in this case just one of them managed to get through to SOL.
Dunno about the title, but never mind. A nasty story in three chapters voting off until the last one is up - probably tomorrow or monday, it is written I'm just editing.
This isn't like anything I've written lately, in fact I started it some time ago and then got the urge to finish it. Why, when even I can't find a redeeming factor in the story I shall have to put down to being depressed at present. Except that is a normal state for me, no don't bother to be sympathetic.
The third instalment. No sex whatso ever. I found I had made a historical error which, having posted second chapter I couldn't do much about. By the mid 1850s it is unlikely that many people would have opted for the sailing trip around the cape to India when in half the time you could use the overland route. Bugger! Things were changing at such a pace during this period that I suspect it would make today look quite tame, because they were not expecting it. Within 20 year's the trip to India went from six months to six weeks. By comparison the trip across 'the pond' has hardly changed in 50 years
I have been admonished for taking nine years to write chapter two. i didn't realise it was that long and really it only took a couple of days to write. I have started a new chapter but this may take a bit more time. That is because I spend a long time thinking and writing things in my head before commiting to 'paper'.
Now, one small thing: at the time the story is set the two young cousins were above the age of consent, so no crime has been committed. When the unlovely Margaret Thatcher said we should return to 'Victorian Values' I thought yeah, child prostitution and down trodden women, and death of either mother or child common place. They were different times.
Well there we are, at long last we have more about the lad. I wrote the end of this first, and then crept up on it from the begining. The middle didn't turn out like I anticipated but then sometimes you want charaters to do things that are out of character and you can't make them do those things. Much of the historical tuff is at least reasonably correct, but to the best of my research Aurora didn't exist, but plenty of her sisters did.
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