A white cotton nightie on a sweltering August eve.
A sun-baked towel after a cool dip in the pool.
In other words… sweet Willoughby.
I’d truly forgotten how much I enjoy writing the character of Willoughby Fawkes. A minor major player (yes, there can be such a thing) in The Hushing Days, it has been a while since I slipped into the young woman’s skin.
I’ve missed her.
Yesterday, Chapter Two came into my editing sights, and in it I found the dear miss tapping her foot impatiently for her due attention. With all the attention my more “complicated” characters have required of me in Edits, I realized that I had been neglecting the “simple” girl who only wants someone to love.
Remember: there is never harm in crawling into simplicity.
Seek it out from time to time and smile.