Last week, I finally confessed to J that I had completed another book and the response was that she wanted me to send it to her straight away. I suspect it might need quite a bit more work on it before she gives me a verdict on whether or not it is good enough to send out to publishers. But hang on – ‘The White Cuckoo’ was a just masochistic tool to oil my typing fingers and knock the rust out of my synapses, so anything more than a sympathetic, slightly worried smile in my direction from her will be a bonus.
Now the nail-biting starts all over again.
After contacting J about ‘Cuckoo’ she gave me some quite exciting news on ‘Sunlight’ but I’m not counting my chickens and all that (ha ha) until they start to hatch.
Anyway I now find myself looking at the aftermath of the Cuckoo’s parasitic behaviour, because I have almost 40k redundant words. I started a novel ‘Doubled Lives’ over a year ago, but abandoned it because it was so dull, but one of the characters was really strong and I knew I just had to use her now I had created her. I really liked the character, but hated the novel, so I abandoned the novel, but kept the character.
I then had an idea – a bad one as it turned out because it didn’t really work – of telling two stories in alternate chapters, set in different times. I started ‘Going Back’ using two of the characters from ‘Doubled Lives’ in one of the story strands. Something still wasn’t right, though. I just knew it in my bones – even though I was spending some very enjoyable time in the local library researching the archaeology of the area – interesting but completely off piste!
Then came the conversation with my uncle about the premature baby, and the visit to the Natural History museum late last year when I eavesdropped a conversation in the queue in the restaurant. The idea for ‘Cuckoo’ was sown. It wasn’t long before my strong-willed character was tapping on my brain, wanting to be let in. She’d brought an odd assortment of friends and a couple of relatives with her. They are a right motley lot, I can tell you! (I really do hope you’ll all get to meet them one day.)
I reworked the original idea of two stories in one and the whole thing just came together in one fantastic explosion of light and colour (or a damp squib, depending on what my agent thinks).
I’ve now got nearly 40k words worth of broken sentences, paragraphs, sights, sounds, smells and other bits and bobs that are left from ‘Doubled Lives’ and ‘Going Back’.
I suspect they are just flotsam. What a flaming waste!
Any ideas as to what I can do with them?