This story started its life during a walk along the east coast’s pebbly beaches. I have never seen a message in a bottle and I wondered what circumstances would prompt a person to throw one into the sea. What would I do if I found one? If a return address, or in this case, email, appeared at the end, would I reply?
I also wondered how far I could push a character. How much could I take away from her before she crumbled. Would she crumble? I’m a great believer in the power of the human spirit to survive. We want to keep going, however hard the journey seems. However far down we are pushed, we still struggle to come up for air.
This is the story of a woman who bobbed up again but thought that fate would push her back. I enjoyed writing this very much. I’m a bit mean to my characters!