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The Hope Town Pitch

Just under 4 weeks ago I put together my first ever pitch. I had truly never done one before and hadn’t really contemplated doing one, but an opportunity arose for me to create one and send it off.

To say it was daunting just doesn’t quite cut it but I gave it a go anyway. I should have done some more research but I thought screw it, go with your gut. So I did.

I started off with the potted fictional history of Hope Town (as featured as the intro to The Devil’s Pâtissier) then onto my vision for the series and optional extras (printed collections, novels etc) before giving an overview of the first 5 stories.

I’m still waiting to hear back about the pitch, and in the meantime am still furiously writing more stories in the series. At some stage I will detail the whole thing, but for now here is the introduction:


Tales from Hope Town  – A series of short stories by David Little

Some History

While most people know that Edinburgh is the capital city of Scotland, and that it wasn’t always such, what they won’t know is the sheer number of cities and smaller areas that have held the title. Throughout the years, different kings, queens and permutations of general heads of state have taken to rename the various capitals for the United Kingdom and Commonwealth nations on a whim.

So it was that, following the assassination of his father King James I in the then capital city of Perth the six year old heir to the throne the Duke of Rothesay took shelter in a place called Hopetoun just on the outskirts of Edinburgh. So taken was he by the hospitality that the newly elevated King James II decided that Perth, where his father had been assassinated, was a bit rubbish and decided to remove the title of capital of Scotland and instead give it to Hopetoun.

This elevated status lasted just three days when the new King’s mother decided that he was being just a little silly and ordered him to pronounce Edinburgh the capital at once, otherwise he wouldn’t get any supper that night.

However, as Hopetoun had been the capital for a time no matter how brief, it did mean that its status was forever elevated in importance. Indeed, those three days when it was the seat of the Scottish monarchy meant that there was an influx of immigrants from many nations who all fell in love with the tranquil setting away from the hustle and bustle, and decided to settle anyway.

With these travellers came customs, and with those customs came all sorts of wondrous and often extremely strange practises, superstitions and myths. Such a number of different cultures with such strong and often opposing beliefs in one small area, led to Hopetoun being the spiritual centre of the universe.

Welcome to Hope Town.


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