I didn’t realise how much what I was reading influenced what I was writing until this week.
I read a short story to our writing group and accepted that the ending was weak. That’s what these groups are all about- helpful criticism to encourage improvement.
But, at home, I was reading Philip Dick short stories which resulted in my turning a gentle romance into a fatal time travel story. I read this to the group yesterday and they all complained that the heroine should not have been murdered. I blame Philip Dick.
I’m not sure I’ll rewrite it again. Each time I read it I find flaws. I’ll leave it and investigate scriptwriting courses. It’s time I had a go at something new.