Terry Pratchett once said in an interview that you’ve got to keep an eye on your secondary characters, or they’ll take over the show. Turn your back for five minutes and there they are, merrily rearranging the plot to suit themselves, the blighters, and generally making more work for the poor put-upon writer.
I thought I might avoid that with Trinity Moon, since I was working from a synopsis (a heretofore unheard-of event, I might add, which has proved helpful and frustrating in equal measure). Everything’s chugging along nicely, and I come to an action scene where Gair throws a lock on Ne’er-do-well No. 1 and laying his sword across the fellow’s neck, threatens to cut his throat. Continue reading
…but a fortnight is a bloody long time to keep your lip zipped when you’re sitting on astonishing news like this.
Lest I get too big-headed about this, I shall let theBookseller.com tell the story:
Yes, that’s me she’s talking about. Little old me who’s been scribbling away for mumblety-mumble years on a rag-tag collection of reporters’ notebooks, A4 pads and the backs of old envelopes. Who wrote the first draft of the opening chapter twelve years ago in a haze of rage and pain, and who wrote the entire siege of Chapterhouse in one sitting (read the book and you’ll understand what a big deal that was; go on, read it!) and bawled her eyes out as she killed off one of her favourite characters because It Had To Be Done.
As Nanny Ogg said, “Well I’ll be mogadored!”