The family had not seen him for twelve and a half years, during the time of his incarceration. All this time he spent on the islet of Centenery, about three hours from the main land. From his family, he lived isolated. Shelly had little means and could not travel freely to see him. Also, the last place that anyone could end up was on Centenery. The local fishermen preferred to venture out into the protected waters of the neighboring countries, than to veer in that direction. But there a father and husband was. Centenery was considered a curse. And even Deo, as much as at times he longed for his family, this was not a place to come near. ………………….
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It’s really interesting to see how your work continues to take shape as you work on the various parts of it. It takes some time though. But can’t complain too much, for I am seeing it take shape.
I have given myself until about this months end to complete check through of about 40,000 words, before giving it to someone else to have a read. So right now its just me doing my self edits (and feeling sleepy).
I had written a short story some months back, called, “THE BELOVED QUEEN”. For a little while now, I was thinking that, maybe I should follow the characters around a little bit more. And so, I began doing just that.
Well, anytime you plan on following your characters, strange things can happen. They can take you anywhere they want, believe me.
So, want to follow them as well?
Yes, no, yes, no, yes!
Well, if you’re up for the ride, why not.
What I will do, is release, under the flash fiction category parts of the story as it goes along.
You will see the name Annmarie Deen. This is a pen name I just like having next to mine for this story (saw it in a telephone directory; I guess it gives me motivation to write).
One more thing, the story is no longer called “The Beloved Queen” but now called “DESERTING THIS DAY OF HURT”. My wife asked me, to rethink the title. So after much thought, I gave in. As I started expanding on the story, it was evident the name had to change—she’s good.
“A professional writer is an amateur who didn’t quit.”