Beautifully written piece of prose. I was in the house with you. So evocative. Leaves me wanting to read the whole book. I have logged and pinned down the narrator/journalist and all the other mind invented voices in the mind now. Taking bAck power from the inner saboteur is so freeing.
Merci! x D’you know, this is just a short story, but perhaps a novel-which-is-really-a-collection-of-stories-joined-by-a-spine (my favourite genre) is in order. A book of stories about different Esmes called Esme, a name that keeps popping up in my life lately. One of my earliest memories is of a near-neighbour called Esme, who was considered ‘strange’. Or a book of housesitting stories (a fair bit of this one actually did happen, just last year). Thank you for the idea ✨
I’m nervous to meddle too much with The Narrator, as he’s saved my life more than once, and given me so many words and ideas.
Rachel I definitely think there’s a book in this. But a series of house sitting stories sounds a great idea worth exploring. A rich mi e of experiences. 🧡
Some pretty crazy things happened in quite a short time! But I think they’d be made more interesting by fictionalising them. Maybe a different genre for each one: crime, horror, literary, time travel, etc. It’s a shame Peter Lovesey already took the title ‘The Housesitter’; he sent me a copy a few years ago when he found out I was one.
Have a Narrator analogue in a Director - equally intrusive and distracting and wont to be particularly vocal in moments in which one would perhaps prefer that there was no commentary. Looking out over the sea can be somewhat diminished by the silent voice noting “He looked out over the sea” and, if not held in check, apt to become expansive to an extent that completely obscures the sensory aspects of the sea view. Not though, sadly, contributory in the manner of the Narrator.
Beautifully written piece of prose. I was in the house with you. So evocative. Leaves me wanting to read the whole book. I have logged and pinned down the narrator/journalist and all the other mind invented voices in the mind now. Taking bAck power from the inner saboteur is so freeing.
Merci! x D’you know, this is just a short story, but perhaps a novel-which-is-really-a-collection-of-stories-joined-by-a-spine (my favourite genre) is in order. A book of stories about different Esmes called Esme, a name that keeps popping up in my life lately. One of my earliest memories is of a near-neighbour called Esme, who was considered ‘strange’. Or a book of housesitting stories (a fair bit of this one actually did happen, just last year). Thank you for the idea ✨
I’m nervous to meddle too much with The Narrator, as he’s saved my life more than once, and given me so many words and ideas.
Rachel I definitely think there’s a book in this. But a series of house sitting stories sounds a great idea worth exploring. A rich mi e of experiences. 🧡
Some pretty crazy things happened in quite a short time! But I think they’d be made more interesting by fictionalising them. Maybe a different genre for each one: crime, horror, literary, time travel, etc. It’s a shame Peter Lovesey already took the title ‘The Housesitter’; he sent me a copy a few years ago when he found out I was one.
Yes - an antonym of blessing comes oft to mind.
Enjoyed reading that. Would like there to be more.
I will think of more spooky things. September to New Year’s Eve is spooky season for me; my happy place.
Have a Narrator analogue in a Director - equally intrusive and distracting and wont to be particularly vocal in moments in which one would perhaps prefer that there was no commentary. Looking out over the sea can be somewhat diminished by the silent voice noting “He looked out over the sea” and, if not held in check, apt to become expansive to an extent that completely obscures the sensory aspects of the sea view. Not though, sadly, contributory in the manner of the Narrator.
It really is a mixed blessing, isn’t it? 🥺