If you’ve been wondering why it’s been a while since my last blog post, the reason is quite simply that at some point during the summer holidays, a new story wedged itself pretty firmly into my brain, so yeah, sorry, can’t post, am writing.
For the first time in about two years, though, I don’t feel like I’m in charge. It’s more like the story is writing me, or, to paraphrase from a conversation with another writer, the characters aren’t taking me home, they’re dropping me at the edges of town, telling me to get a taxi. Which means I just let events spill onto the pages knowing full well there’ll be hell to pay in the editing. However, today I’ve finished the rough, lousy, pathetic excuse also known as the first draft, so I thought I might signal that I’m still alive. This is how the book may or may not look like. I’m still working on the cover, so don’t judge yet. Or maybe do, after all, I have to admit that I’m already rather fond of it.
It’s going to be sort of an urban fantasy/fairy tale/mythology crossover, dark and dirty in parts, hopelessly optimistic and naive in others. There’ll be bad words and futile romance, Scottish twins and a Greek diner, suburbs and the sea. The latter probably isn’t too much of a surprise when the book is going to be called Selkie…
Right, that’s it from me, I’ll be back at the writing desk if you need me. Have a glorious autumn.