Okay, so as far as my writing went, I had a quieter April than most I know. I decided to take a step back and do only what I felt I could do. I read and followed what I could from Robert’s “My Name is not Bob” Blog challenge, I put forward a few Books I had reviewed for the Reading the World Challenge and while I did not take part in them I enjoyed following some of the writer’s in their April Poetry Challenge and the A to Z Challenge. Both of the later seemed daunting to me but bravo those that took part. I learned much just by blog hopping and reading and making the odd comment. I did, however, stage another guest here, continued the 12x12x12 challenge by completing my April draft comfortably. Yay!
After completing my April draft I immediately got down to thinking about my May draft. Something I had been wanting to tackle since I had returned from an overseas trip in August last year. A story of travel an idea that had come to me via a woman I met on a plane. She was a Headmistress of an Australian School and was totally interested in my writing ventures in children’s books. When I have allowed myself to think of how to approach the story I had always visioned a child, in fact in all my stories my main character was human. I don’t know why, but I had never thought of anything else. When I tackled this particular draft with my protagonist, a little boy, I kept finding I couldn’t get into it, like something was not quite right, I felt very detached. It wasn’t till I was taking a walk outside the front of our house one day a couple of weekends ago, when it suddenly struck me, right there, on top of my letterbox. How could I have not realised it before! I stood looking at it, took photos of it, and in my mind I suddenly saw my story take on a new life. I raced inside and immediately took down some notes. My protagonist would be this little black bear in blue overalls. I had aquired him a couple of years ago and I decided he would look great on my letterbox. He has had a rough time, weathered, and there has even been attemps to pinch him, hence he is now concreted on. His body language, his thoughts and his actions were perfect, just perfect.
Now I was stuck with just one more thing; his name! I asked some of you a little while ago to help me on facebook, and I am grateful for the number of names you have given me to choose from. Alas I am a typical Libran and can often find myself in a quandary wondering which to choose. I wondered if you could help me again. From the list below of the ones I loved the most (and believe me I have tried them all on him) which do you think is fitting for him? Please state your choice in your comment and if possible a reason why. This ditzy blonde would appreciate your help very much.
Oh, and so you know that he does exist, here is a picture of my cute little guy;
Zaccy, Bussi, Scooter, Mishka, Kicko