Recently a friend of mine, Greta Thain, asked me to write a sonnet for a character in her novel, Die a Dry Death–which tells the story of the wreck of the Batavia in 1629.
Perhaps I should add, I glibly said yes. Glibly, because it turned out to be more of a thing than I had anticipated.
Certainly I am accustomed to thinking inside my own characters’ heads in order to write them. But to write from inside the head of another writer’s character? That, I have now discovered, is an entirely different thing. Especially as the character in question is a psychopath. Ha ha.
It took me a while, I’m, er, happy to say–psychotic behaviour not being my norm. And the sonnet itself is derivative–some will recognise Wyatt’s influence, and Shakespeare’s–and not what I would hope is my best effort.
But it is perfect for the character in question as it turns out. I invite you to take a gander over on her website and see what you think: www.gretathain.net