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Apologies, I said I'd changed the name but not what to - it is now The Melcombe Arms
I said that this story was in my file and had been started years ago. There's been a lot of attention, much wanting it expanded and perhaps a series. I'm thinking about that. Problem occured because there is a pub of that name and I know it's a long shot but someone might object so I've changed the name. Just in case. Sorry, something I should have checked.
I lived in a village where the pub having problems and I suggested the solution in this story as a way to make it financially viable. The the pub in the next village suffered exactly as outlined and I started to write this. That was about six or seven years ago. Since the weather here is so bad at the moment I was looking for something to do and finishing this seemed like a good idea. It isn't very long but then there isn't much plot. Enjoy
I had some comments from readers so I have made a couple of changes:
Firstly, pointed out to me by several readers, there was a sentence which described the contents of a picnic as it was done in 'Wind in the Willows' without spacing. It worked for Kenneth Graham, but it didn't work for me!
I have also corrected misinformation regarding the engines in PT boats. Not essential to the story, but it was wrong. Thanks to zzatz for that
This started out as a very short story but like Topsy it just growed. And it changed too. But that often happens to me, or my characters who are an unruly lot and generally want to do their own thing and to hell with the author. Actually it could have gone on, but I don't think any more would have helped. It's a bit like soaps on television, they start off with a believable story line and gradually become more and more hysterical in an attempt to keep going. And we don't want that do we? End on a high note and get the hell out of it.
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