Hello! The sun is shining! Well, for now, anyway. I have eaten my toast, drunk my orange juice (with bits) and am now going to carry on writing part 12. :D Is happy.
However, I must say that I do hope I am not wasting my time posting these stories, here, as only two people commented on my Seven Pillows that I posted last week. I know many more people read these things than ever comment - but two does seem hardly worthy of the effort it takes in posting.
I write for myself, and would continue to do so even if I stopped posting them here. But if I was writing for myself there would be no sense of urgency in getting them written, as there is now. I like to be a bit ahead in case I am taken ill (a likely event!)
Anyway, I'll leave it a while to see how it goes. If some peeps are not commenting when they used to do so every week, it makes me think I might have hurt them in some way. Or it may just be they've fallen out of the fandom. I know some of them are still Lij girls - so who knows? Maybe they're just fed up with my stories.
I saw HP with my sis on Friday and enjoyed it very much, but my sis - who hasn't read the books - seemed a bit lost. I can see why. There was a flash-glance of a wanted poster of Fenrir Greyback, and he turned up later, briefly - but unless you knew the story, you would not have had a clue who he was. Odd. Not everyone has read the books. And I did think the Dumbledore bit at the end was a trifle rushed. That was a most important story-line, but five minutes at the most, or so it seemed. Pity. It deserved more.
So, anyway, on we go. Here's part 6. ( Son of My Soul - Six )