As I said before, if I could bottle and sell it, I’d make a
fortune, but I can’t really put my finger on it. Bearing in mind, I can’t
actually touch type – I come from a generation where keyboard skills were not
something you learned as a young man, indeed we lived so far out in the sticks,
the bank statements on my first bank account were hand written. My son works in
a bank, but when I left school, if you went for a job in a bank, you had to
pass tow tests, mental arithmetic was one, but by far the most important was
the hand writing test. (Which I would most assuredly have failed!). In fact, when I went to work at my father’s accountant’s
office during the school holidays, I wasn’t allowed near an adding machine, I
had to work it all out in my head for the first two summers, and only then I
was trusted with the monstrously large machine. The very first job we had to do
was check the client’s bank statements added up. I guess it was a different existence then.
Still writing quickly, especially as this piece is in first
person, is lending an immediacy to the manuscript that I think is going to be
important. Especially now, as we are about to introduce a new menagerie of
characters into the soup, giving yet more scope for some interactions and above
all some tension between them and the heroine.
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