When the Muse wakes me at 3am and demands that I write – after keeping me from doing much in the way of paid work the previous day – I give in and go where she pushes me.
As long as flashfic and drabbles are on the menu, that’s fine. Those I can use as handy character studies, and as ways to work out back stories. Right now it’s all Skylar – for Book 7, Wayward – but I’m sure Jack will stick his nose in given time and where Jack is, Gareth and Aidan are not far behind.
Backstory is, of course, where being a writer has its pitfalls. Over the last 18 months or so, I’ve been so focussed on telling Jack’s story, that I know almost to a sock what he has in his wardrobe, know what’s on his bookshelves, and what music he listens to. I can tell you his favourite takeway dish – Lamb Phall – and his comfort pick-me-up. I even know where he found the original red and black Victorian tiles that cover his hallway floor.
And then a friend asked me where Skylar lived. And…. I drew a blank. And that was just all manner of shocking. Still, some contemplation and a trip to Greenwich soon fixed my dilemma. And created a headache for Jack and a nice challenge for Raf Gallant.
There might even be a chance for a chase under the Thames… or maybe not.