If she’d kept them in a cauldron …
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I was just discussing The Caretaker on a forum this morning, so I consider this a sign. Need to set time aside to work on it as well…
THE bodies of five newborn babies have been discovered in a plastic bag in a cellar in northern France, a judicial source said.
A 35-year-old woman, who admitted giving birth to the babies between 1999 and 2006, and her boyfriend were held for questioning.
The boyfriend found the bodies after smelling rotting flesh and alerted the police on Wednesday night.
It was not immediately known whether the boyfriend was the father of any of the babies.
One of the bodies had a plastic bag on its head, in a sign the infant may have been suffocated after its birth.
The case is the third of its kind to make headlines in France in a year.
In August, police discovered the bodies of three babies hidden in boxes in a house in eastern France.
The mother admitted she had tried to hide them, saying she kept them in various places, including a freezer, to avoid being discovered.
Both cases are reminiscent of the so-called “Seoul freezer babies” story, which made headlines in France last year.
(Sez me: I looked up “Seoul freezer babies” and it’s not as interesting [to me] as it sounds)
She could face life in prison if convicted of murdering her own children.
As opposed to getting a slap on the wrist and a coupon for free baguettes if she’d murdered someone else’s children. Who writes this stuff?
This leads in nicely to a blog I was just reading about guilt and for the most part I can’t relate. I do not think about the things that I do that society tells me I should feel terrible about. I have my secrets and they do not eat at me or keep me up nights. This is not to say that I am never guilty, only that it’s a passing thing and I get over it. I can sympathize with people who feel guilty over some things, but I cannot empathize. I understand it, but I don’t quite get it.
The characters that I write about are in the same boat, both the murderers and the flawed heroes. They do terrible things to each other, say things that are hurtful, commit heinous acts – yet these things are just a part of the slowly grinding wheel that is Life.
I’m breaking the law because it’s the only option left to me…
I’m letting terrible things happen to those weaker than me because I don’t want to lose my ride home…
I kill because they are evil…
I kill because it sets them free…
… and that’s the last I’m going to think about it.
I only have one character who’s life if affected by guilt – deeply affected enough to turn it into a curse. I’m going to work through this character’s guilt and try to see it through to the end and I still haven’t figured out how it’s going to be resolved. I have several conclusions in mind and none of them are satisfactory.
What would a psychologist say about me? I’d ask the one I know, except I believe he’s currently hiding from me due to the conversation we had about Vorarephilia we had the other day which I think really bothered him.