tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785570351703495454.post7394448286695160158..comments2024-02-16T09:15:26.679+00:00Comments on A Blonde Bengali Wife: Much Madness; or, A World Within a World.Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03105658295546893535noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785570351703495454.post-44447944113866793762013-08-02T04:52:07.133+01:002013-08-02T04:52:07.133+01:00Hi Anne,
Interesting thought and it feels right to...Hi Anne,<br />Interesting thought and it feels right to me. Especially when I consider how guilty I felt when talking about my book to other people. I'd let my book down through poor gate-stewardship - the characters felt watered down somehow through interaction with the outside world.<br />Also my book (the institution) certainly flourished best when my gate-stewardship was at it's tightest. <br /><br />Crack on!<br />BryanBryannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785570351703495454.post-13359502284931488292013-08-01T23:47:22.808+01:002013-08-01T23:47:22.808+01:00Hi Anne
Now that is a very interesting question a...Hi Anne <br />Now that is a very interesting question and I think it can be... Because writer are the keeper of the stories that come to them. And if you think about it we all (might just be me here) hear fictional worlds and character telling us their stories even if we don't write them down... I guess its like being between two world the one we physically stand in and the one no-one else except the character that live there can see.. <br />I hope you are well and your writing is going good.<br /> Take care.<br /> Katie. katie200https://www.blogger.com/profile/05576555751283639406noreply@blogger.com