I mean, there are a whole host of Disney films/books/etc. I’d put way
above the nose-growing kid. The whole thing just didn’t resonate with me. Geppetto
was cool. Jiminy Cricket was, of course, alright. I even liked the big scary
whale (my first horror movie viewing, I might claim). However, there were no
real feels with the story.
Sad, I know.
But yesterday as I worked on The Hushing Days’ first edits, I finally
found an affinity for the little tinder box.
You might remember that the character of Brone in my novel has been a
problem child since the beginning. I just didn’t like him. Had no fondness for
him, whatsoever. Relegated him from major to minor character with unmitigated
glee.
Well, yesterday, I finally discovered Brone’s soul. WHAM! There it was!
And the character was no longer just a wooden puppet I knew how to maneuver
about with strings. Brone was suddenly a real little boy! (Ok, grown man, but
you get the picture.)
So, Pinocchio and I have a thing going now. Who knows how long it’s
going to last, but I’m going to ride it to the end… just as long as nobody morphs
into a donkey along the way.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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