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My lovely husband said to me last night, "You know what the world needs, a new spin on Robin Hood. Like you've done with Lancelot, but maybe less sex."
He hates bankers and see this as a way of righting wrongs or maybe writing wrongs.
Now, the less sex I can't guarantee, it sort of writes itself, but he has a point. We need a new Robin Hood which the next generation can use as a role model. Let's face it can't be any worse than that mash up of Russell Crowe's.
Then today I watched a programme on the BBC about the first crusade and off my chirpy little mind wanders... I now have Robin Hood filling my head, not Lancelot, and we are off to fight the Sherriff of Nottingham. He's an embittered old war horse, rather than Errol Flynn!
This time, I will attempt to sit on the story for a while because I have quite enough to do with Lancelot but I can feel that familiar itch and if I don't start making notes, I'll lose a great opening scene.
There is almost no point in making complex notes which are too detailed, because then I know what happens in the end, find myself bored with the whole thing and don't finish writing. I'll grapple with the muse and try to win this time - focus, must maintain focus and discipline. Robin Hood can wait, honest...