I was ‘up’ at the writers’ group last night. The protagonist in my ‘saga’ has survived atrocities in his home village and the fall of Namur and Antwerp, and has ended up at the quayside in Ostend, just as really happened to so many refugees back in 1914 (see the image). The submission got a light going-over – entirely deserved. At the moment, though, I consider it a minor miracle that I have managed to get my protagonist – and my story – so far.
I thought my comments were rather insightful… *sigh*