Stanley Thomas is a Very Bad Man!

6 years ago, I went on holiday and had what I thought was a crazy dream. When I told my sister Lucy, she said “That sounds like the plot of a film” and I thought, Yes! Yes, it does!

  As I lay on my sunbed I decided that when I got home I would write an Oscar winning film and become best friends with the Hollywood glitterati and they would all want to star in my film. 

Tom Hanks would phone me say say, “Please Katie, I really feel that this would be my seminal work, “Forrest Gump”, “Philadelphia” and“Big”, will be nothing compared to what I could do with this role”

I’d tell him, I’d think about it.

I returned home and bought a new notebook to begin my musings.



3 years ago, I wrote in the aforementioned notebook. I decided my main character would be called Stanley Thomas. It was a good day’s work.

3 years ago, I wrote the first line of my novel (it’s now a novel, I decided I didn’t want to deal with the constant phone calls from Tom Hanks) It reads…

“Stanley Thomas wasn’t a bad man, he just wasn’t a very good one”

1 year ago, I moved to a new house and now I can’t find the notebook!

Last Thursday I joined a creative writing course, are you ready to help me find out why Stanley Thomas is a very bad man?

Comments

  1. Simply Joyce22 May 2019 at 08:30

    Yes I am ready Katie.
    I once knew a Stanley Thomas who did some nasty things. He could be very charming and had a good side to his character too. Good luck with your book writing.

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