It's been just a wee while since I posted anything, but this is as much for my own process as it is the hope that it will provide me with some accountability.
Anyone who's read previous posts on this blog will remember that I often liken receiving story ideas to being smacked in the back of the skull. Well, it's happened again. It's a glorious moment when it happens, I still find it totally overwhelming and feel rather undeserving of it, but it is such a high. Until the "oh shit" sets in.
It would seem that a couple of recent articles I've read have been fermenting at the back of my mind. One article was regarding the debate over ethnic representation in a current West End musical, the other was about lesbian representation in current TV shows. I have been actively thinking about the TV article for a couple of weeks. The oversimplified gist of the article was there aren't enough lesbian (or GBTQI) characters on tele. Plenty are hinted at in subtext but never make it to main-text, and too many that are acknowledged main-text get killed off. I've been pondering how to write a tv series that isn't as sensational as the L Word, a show where someone's sexuality is simply one aspect of who they are. I was considering going down the Black Mirror route, episodes of independent stories of women who just happened to love other women. (BTW, massive thank you and IT'S ABOUT BLOODY TIME to the writers of the finale of Call The Midwife!)
Then on Sunday night, it kicked me in the head.
I was knitting while listening to BBC radio 4's Home Front series, set in WWI (no, I'm not convinced I'm only 30 either), and evidently, Isabel Graham's ambulance driver story line struck something with me. But then I realised, bugger, Sarah Waters already did that. Until I remembered my favourite Waters quote, not that I can find an original source for it anywhere!