Remember that time I talked to my WIP, an interesting twist on English journal-writing exercises? It progresses.
Well, it progressed a lot more before I decided I hated what I had (this was after watching Gallipoli and being sorely tempted to bawl my eyes out.) Now I have…a little less than two journal entries. But that’s progression all the same, it is too!
My basic ideas for this novella boils down to a tear jerker. Yes, this was minorly influenced by Gallipoli. Only minorly.
As a general rule, I don’t like old movies much. I’m sad to admit it, but usually they bore me or I get annoyed by tackiness, or by lack of special effects. I didn’t expect I’d like Gallipoli. I mean, it’s old. But it surprised me. It was funny. It had a delicious song to feature in the sad or tense moments, and the end had 50% of the class crying, 20% considering/trying not to cry, and I think the remaining 30% were stressing about the coming maths exam to the point of not watching properly, or they would’ve been crying, too. Okay, I did not do a survey. But the basic thought is there. Sad movie. Brilliantly sad. And good inspiration for my (slowly) progressing novel: Letter to Elizabeth.
To celebrate my (not particularly edited) journal, here is the beginning entry.