I was at work and begin telling a customer about this new novel and she in-turn tells me about Eyam. The similarity is staggering and I can only conclude that I must have drawn on my teachings from my childhood when drafting this first draft. You really don’t know how much is stuffed up there behind the eyes, i think it gets stored away, left in the hope that one day the information will be needed. I just had to take a look round, kind of get a feel for it.
The story of the village is; in the mid sixteenth century a parcel was sent from London to Eyam and the post master upon opening it released the black death on his village. Within one year over two-thirds of the villagers were dead. The vicar and the residents valiantly closed the village Borders within the first few months to contain the spread of the disease, successfully stoping the spread of the deadly virus and probably saving many lives.
A bit of info on book submissions, I sent of my query letters, plus the first three chapters of purple last monday, I have had two replays, both rejections. From what I have read it could take up to three months for the rest, so fingers crossed. NaNoWrimo is back soon, I didn’t do very well last year, only twenty five thousand words out of the fifty, I plan to smash it this year. Its amazing what can happen in one year. Last November I was all over the place with my writing, and know I feel more dare I say organised.