MORAG OF THE MOOR
Well, the title is a "working title", it just seems to fit at the moment. It's a good job there is a voice recording function on the phone as it was a rookie error to not be out with a journal - seeds of thoughts and ideas always to spring out from a walk. In fact, 100% of the time when I have hit a snag in my writing, a walk clears it up - the answer is always presented.
So, as I waded through the muddy puddles, thinking how damned cold and miserable I was, my mind wandered to past eras, medieval maybe, where family was everything, villages were tight knit and there were only simple pleasures. No specific date came to mind, just a feeling. Maybe the reader can make their own mind up as there is a little bit of fantasy in this novel and it's a place that never really existed.
So, the darkness in my mind that day bled in to the plot and the idea. Balbo. A seething, evil, slimy, scheming character, who makes deals with those in their darkest hour. Preying on easy targets.