I published my most recent short story on New Year’s Eve: a gothic tale about an imagined meeting between Claire Claremont and Charlotte Brontë, called Stealing Charlotte’s Heart.

Within minutes of hitting ‘publish’, I was contacted by a London-based psychotherapist. This gave me pause.

I had enjoyed writing the story about a meeting that never happened, but theoretically could have. The two women were so different, but had so much in common — namely their life-long obsession with the poet Byron.

I could see it unfolding in my mind in widescreen technicolor, like a Hammer Horror film.

I thought New Year’s Eve would be a good time to upload the story onto my website. It would be good to see it there, all ready for the first day of 2020.

Now I’m not so sure…