That dangerous asbestos-covered
tome, considered useless under other circumstances.
2. Asleep in your rebuilt house, you
dream of meeting a dead author. But not in a creepy stalkerish way, so you shoo
Mr Poe out of the kitchen. Instead, you sit down and have cake with which dead author?
Once again, the first name that
springs to mind is that of a living author. Okay. Try harder. Leo Marks. The code
man at the Special Operations Executive. We skip all that and I ask him about his
movie-work.
3. Would you name six essential items
for writers? If, you know, cornered and threatened with torture.
The torture of answering this
question once more. Another six items. Experiences, to fuel the writerly mind. A
slip marked REJECTION. That kiss in the
dark. Letting a story go. The sensation of bitter coffee swirling around a mouth
containing a square of dark chocolate. Helping an unpublished writer. Becoming published.
4. Who’d win in a fight between Count
Dracula and Frankenstein’s monster? If, you know, you were writing that scene.
John Henry beats the machine.
Every bloody time.
5. It’s the end of a long and tiring
day. You are still writing a scene. Do you see it through to the end, even though
matchsticks prop your eyelids open, or do you sleep on it and return, refreshed,
to slay that literary dragon another day?
Must…reach…bomb…in…next…twelve…seconds…
6. You must introduce a plot-twist.
Evil twin or luggage mix-up?
Birthday present with spring-loaded
custard pie. In a suitcase. Handed to the wrong twin. By the evil twin. Though that
is a mistake. And the evil twin spends the rest of my story trying to recover the
device.
7. Let’s say you write a bunch of
books featuring an amazing recurring villain. At the end of your latest story you
have definitely absitively posolutely killed off the villain for all time and then
some. Did you pepper your narrative with clues hinting at the chance of a villainous
return in the next book?
Astonishingly, the explosion
that kills off the villain accidentally extends from the book into my office. I
am rendered comatose – unable to write a sequel.
8. You are at sea in a lifeboat, with
the barest chance of surviving the raging storm. There’s one opportunity to save
a character, drifting by this scene. Do you save the idealistic hero or the tragic
villain?
Being comatose, neither.
9. It’s time to kill a much-loved
character – that pesky plot intrudes. Do you just type it up, heartlessly, or are
there any strange rituals to be performed before the deed is done?
Trees within five miles are garnished
with jam. No explanation is given to the outside world, and the mystery is attributed
to the coincidental arrival of the Perseid meteor showers around August of each
year.
Wayward typing leads to all kinds
of cunning stunts.
No. Given that I am also the
questioner, I suspect my answer was – to use a technical term – a lie.
Soup. Keeps me going.
Readers may suspect that it’s
becoming harder to answer these questions as they unfold, blog on blog. Luckily,
I have a few distracting sentences available to me. That being one of them.
I’ve eaten meals in the wrong
order. What hope, then, for books?
If I see the other author using
and, but, or the, I remove those items from my tale.
If I name the tale here, I’ll
have to kill some of you. Killing all of you may take some time, armed, as I am,
with a crumpled receipt. It’s for soup.
In the middle of an airport.
Under a helicopter which is always awaiting maintenance.
An average day, for me.
We struggle to keep our heads
above gravy. It’s that kind of train.
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