The next bit…

The beginning of The Next Bit can hit you without warning. When this happens, everything else has to take second place. I had to interrupt a long session of gazing at the view and get this down immediately…

“When you’ve gone to the trouble of charging up the laptop for a good session on the patio outside our living room (Jessica’s living room, to be exact), angled the parasol so you can read the screen without benefit of glare, found some comfortable cushions for a garden chair and settled in for an afternoon’s writing with a carafe of the local Red and a glass at your elbow, what you don’t need is a visitation from Attila the Wasp with an entourage of his close relatives.

I don’t like wasps. When one of their number is paying close attention to my ear, making a noise like a two-stroke with no baffles in the exhaust and ignoring my urgent instructions to piss off, I can’t concentrate on anything else. Why can’t they apply themselves to finding useful careers and leave me to push the boundaries of literature in peace?”

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…


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Are you trying to be funny? Never the start of a good conversation, is it? The section of THE ROAD TO AVERSAC I’ll be writing over the next couple of days should reduce the reader to a spluttering wreck if I hit it right. But…

If there is a secret to writing comedy, it’s Don’t Try To Be Funny. You’ve got a situation, you know your characters – leave it to them. Just let them loose in the scene and write about them. The other thing is, I find my own mood doesn’t have much to do with it. What’s required is energy. Given that, you can write with furious spite and it can turn out funny. Or you can be in one of those gentle moods when everything you say carries a raised eyebrow.

There’s no secret: you just have to try it. Which is what I’ll be doing today, tomorrow…


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Novel in the making


TAFFIN ON BALANCE is complete; final edit done; the book is what I wanted it to be. I should be extremely  satisfied. So why am I wandering about, muttering, kicking things and eyeing up the bottles in the fridge? It’s the old gremlin, Letting Go. Once TAFFIN ON BALANCE is out there it no longer belongs to me. One way or another, it will be ready for public consumption in the spring and I’ll have to start thinking about what’s next. That will do for a New Year’s Resolution.

Strange period, this. The manuscript’s out there being read. Positive things developing. TAFFIN ON BALANCE will succeed or fail depending on the publisher. My control over it is less now it’s finished than it was when I started. Have to cope with this anomaly during what is an enforced waiting period. Like I say: strange.

I normally talk to people about what I’m writing, but not in any depth. Now I’m going to try loosening up – keeping track of what goes on in my head while a book or a story takes shape. In the past I’ve only tried to explain a thought to people who show an interest, casual or professional. This time I’m hoping to reach anyone who wants to write, who writes already, or is simply curious about the process.  I don’t expect it to be easy. At the very least it will help me sort out and express ideas, step by step, as clearly as I can.

At present I’m 20,000 words into a comedy with the working title, ‘THE ROAD TO AVERSAC’. It’s about the twinning of two towns – one French, one English –  the people who try to make it happen, and the politics, rivalries and disasters that get in the way.

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