Molly Cooper's Dream Date. Barbara Hannay

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СКАЧАТЬ Patrick Knight. I hope he’s not being too standoffish and stuck up, or the islanders will give him a hard time.

      I’m sure he’s not really snooty. He and I have been swapping e-mails and he seems a bit reserved, but quite nice and helpful. Actually, he’s probably keeping to himself because he simply hasn’t time to socialise. He’s very busy writing a book, and he only has three months off, so he’ll have his head down, scribbling (or typing) madly.

      Just the same, I think you’re mean not telling me more about him. He’s in my house, sleeping in my bed. Really, that’s a terribly intimate relationship, and yet I have no idea what he looks like!

      Why are you holding back? What are you hiding about him? Maybe you could find time to answer a few quick questions?

      Is Patrick tall? Yes? No?

      Dark? Yes? No?

      Young? Like under 35? Yes? No?

      Is he muscular? Yes? No?

      Good teeth? Yes? No?

      All of the above?

      None of the above?

      M x

      To: Molly Cooper <[email protected]>

      From: Karli Henderson <[email protected]>

      Subject: Re: House swap

      Chillax, girlfriend.

      All of the above.

      K

      To: Patrick Knight <[email protected]>

      From: Molly Cooper <[email protected]>

      Subject: FYI

       Progress report on the tube assault by Ms Molly Elizabeth Cooper:

      A preliminary reconnaissance of Sloane Square Tube station was made this afternoon at 2.00 p.m.

      • Thirty minutes were spent in the forecourt, perusing train timetables and observing Londoners purchasing tickets and passing through turnstiles

      • Names of the main stations on the yellow Circle Line between Sloane Square and King’s Cross were memorised—South Kensington, Gloucester Road, Notting Hill Gate, Paddington, Baker Street. Ms Cooper didn’t cheat. She loved learning those names and letting them roll off her tongue!

      • Ms Cooper acknowledged that people emerging from the Underground did not appear traumatised. Most looked bored, tired or in a dreadful hurry. A handful of passengers almost, but not quite, smiled. One was actually laughing into a mobile phone.

      • Ms Cooper purchased a day pass, which she may use some time in the near future.

       Ms Cooper’s next challenge:

      • To actually enter the Underground.

      To: Molly Cooper <[email protected]>

      From: Patrick Knight <[email protected]>

      Subject: Re: FYI

      Dear Molly

      Congratulations! I’m very proud of you for taking such positive steps. I feared you’d miss another great London experience. In no time you’ll be dashing about on the Underground and reading racy novels to conquer your boredom instead of your fear.

      Speaking of novels—you’ve expressed concern about the progress of mine, but I can assure you it is well in hand. It’s a thriller, set in the banking world. It has an intricate plot, so I want to plan every twist and turn very carefully in advance. To this end, I’ve been taking long walks on the island. I walked from Alma Bay to The Forts and back yesterday. A group of Japanese tourists pointed out a lovely fat koala asleep in the fork of a gum tree.

      While I’m walking, I think every aspect of my novel through in fine detail. The plotting is almost complete, and I plan to start the actual writing very soon.

      Regards

      P

      To: Patrick Knight <[email protected]>

      From: Molly Cooper <[email protected]>

      Subject: Re: FYI

      That is such a brilliant idea—to set your novel in the banking world. Don’t they always say you should write about what you know? And a thriller! Wow! I’d love to hear more.

      Go, you!

      M x

       Private Writing Journal, April 27th.

       Working hard or hardly working? Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.

       I’m attacking the novel from a different angle (away from the window—views can be too distracting). I’ve gone about as far as I can with planning the plot, so I’m creating character charts now. A good story is all about the people in it, so once I have a firm grip on the lead characters the story will spring to life on the page.

       Here goes …

      Hero: Harry Shooter—nearing forty, former intelligence officer with MI5, hired by the Bank of England specifically to hunt down spies who pose as bank employees then hack into the systems and siphon off funds. Harry’s a tough guy—lean and stoic, hard-headed but immaculately dressed, with smooth, debonair manners. A modern James Bond.

      Female lead: Beth Harper—mid-twenties. Innocent bank teller. Shoulder-length curly hair, lively smile, great legs, sparkling eyes … Mouthy—and nosy—yet smarts …

       That’s as far as I’ve got. For the past half-hour I’ve been staring out of the frigging window again.

       This is hopeless. Writing down a few details hasn’t helped. I’m no closer to actually starting my novel. I can’t just dive into the fun bits, the action. What I need is to work out first what these characters would actually say to each other, how they’d think, how they’d feel! What I really need is a starting situation—something that will grab the reader.

       It won’t come.

       I’m still blocked.

       I have a sickening feeling that this whole house swapping venture has been a huge, hideous mistake. The strangeness and newness of everything here is distracting rather than helpful. I can’t concentrate and then I procrastinate and the cycle continues.

       I guess this is what happens when you’re desperate and you choose a holiday destination by spinning the globe. Normally I would have given such a venture much more thought. Thing is, apart from enjoying the beautiful scenery on this island there’s not a lot else to do. That was supposed СКАЧАТЬ