Shehanne.. Oh, you mean that one? ‘Why I needed a playlist for this book and it is so ceaselessly whining too?
Shehanne – Well, first of all it’s not the only whining things round here.
Shehanne – You know? I couldn’t agree more. I guess you just can’t help whining anyway even though there’s a few upbeat ones there. I mean obviously I chose Shut Up and Dance because the heroine is called Destiny. Oh and did i say, it is something I wish you’d do? You can get your little hamster rocks and socks off to that one. Then there’s some specially chosen, wonderfully atmospheric classical, largely because they are ones I play–Lachrymosa the Thalberg version–and I am certain it would be nothing for you to learn those.
By next week.
Look, this book was originally called The Lady Of Lavistock and it was a nice little rainbows and unicorns effort. She’s in the house. He wins the house. She comes with it in a rainbows and unicorns kind of way.
It’s all fine till the day he announces he’s getting married to someone else. The problems were there even then, because to open the story at the point of change, would have meant starting with his announcement, not with her losing the house. But the real problems started, seeing as you are so kindly asking,
when the hero threw the book at the end of the first section in chapter two, as my heroes often do.
he said. It was the first I knew. But hey do I ever argue?
So? Where were we? Well, he also didn’t want to be called Manning Carver and he was most certainly NOT for being some fancy-ancy rich self-made Regency business-man. ‘With a heroine called Destiny Rhodes, you need to bin the rainbows and unicorns and Lavistock shit and think far bigger and far darker,’ he said. ‘What you have in terms of motivating these characters to do what they do, has more holes than a colander. It’s wishy-washy.’
Every writer works differently but I found a playlist helpful because, with the exception of the house premise, what I am now about to knock into shape, was kind of flown by the proverbial seat of my pants.
is not quite what I sort of originally saw.
Maybe one of these days….
In the meantime I chose the versions I like of these songs. Songs that reflect two people who are more afraid of clinging to the cliff face, than they are to let it go. It’s not failing to survive that scares them.
You know, sometimes that can be a lot scarier than it seems.