Day to day

If I were an engine, I’d have a heavy, oversized flywheel that takes an age to get cranked up at the start of a day – and a proportionately long time to slow down at the end of it. This means my brain is not geared for the early morning flash of inspiration that rockets me out of bed in search of something to write with (pen and paper are never within reach of a bed or a phone) so when it happens I’m in shock until coffee appears. Lately it’s been happening a lot, though. I take this as a sign that the book is cranking up, gathering speed and leading me, rather than me trying to guide it.

This morning’s flash was the opening for the next section: In Molly Kittle’s world not much is sacrosanct but spreading gossip by word of mouth is a definite no-no… Pleased with that.  Molly Kittle runs the taxi service in Clodmire and will become the power behind the throne where Council business is concerned. She knows where the bodies are buried…

 

Y’see… one reason why I never try to predict how long a book’s going to take is that every so often I get hijacked by one of the characters. Clodmire’s taxi lady emerges as the real mover and shaker in her village, clandestinely influencing minor powers like the Council.

Next question: how does the author know about her? I’ve taken the precaution of making her write everything in her ledger, which will accidentally fall into the author’s hands at a suitable time. (That’s a scene I’ll have to put in later – mindful of the dangers of forgetting that kind of detail and leaving swathes of plot unexplained). Write it in this afternoon while I think of it.

Rex Penfold (hero of THE HARE LANE DIARIES) is now revealed as the author of THE ROAD TO AVERSAC, and I need to hand the keyboard back to him in the next few pages. On… on…

 

And now I’ve got the other Hare Lane Diaries protagonist putting her ideas in as well. Jessica’s view of life is very different from Rex’s and her take on France has totally different roots. So now we’ll see where the conflict takes us – while sticking rigidly to the original plan.

 

Y’see… the thing about blogging is you’re so busy writing the book you forget to blog about it.

CHAPTER 15: I’ve got characters mooching around all over the place, knowing what needs to be done next but unable to stop talking and get on with it. I’m as guilty as they are. I should tear myself away from the  blog and deal with them. On on…