I haven't been able to do much writing this week, which is really frustrating, as I have had to work more shifts than usual.
However, given the deeply engaging nature of my job, I have had the time to ponder upon the best way to structure the final chapters of my book. So that's been a bonus.
While thus locked in thought, cogs whirling, the grey matter throwing off enough light to illuminate a small city, it struck me that the basic plot of my book could have been construed by Euripides or Aeschylus, it being a simple tale of love, self-sacrifice, revenge and murder.
CHORUS: How dare you compare yourself to Euripides or Aeschylus, David? For a start, you only studied ancient Greek for one year and failed miserably, whereas they spoke it fluently.
The basic plot is, needless to say, heavily disguised, so readers may well be surprised by this claim. All I ask is they wait until they have finished and digested the whole book before passing judgement.
CHORUS: You need to finish writing it first, idiot.