Drawn to the light, as all ghosts are, he would stand for hours in a thin finger of sunshine, letting it pierce his heart like a spear of burning gold, shuffling sideways an inch at a time as the earth turned; until the clouds gathered or night fell and he froze into a state of patient expectation.
Tag: Writing
Waiting for the angel
So here I am, sitting at the computer with no very clear idea of what to do next. Maybe if I just keep typing, God will send down an angel...
Spare parts
Rewriting is like emergency surgery: you lay the mangled body out and prod it, limb by limb, trying to decide what can be salvaged and what needs to be amputated...
Another teenage wizard!
I’m a slow, messy writer. Ideas get jammed into the narrative, then hacked bloodily out. But Mortal does at least deal with the most important question left hanging over by the previous books: how, at the tender age of five, Frank came to kill his father…
By any means necessary
I've tried all sorts of approaches to composing a novel; but it invariably ends up in a chaotic mess...
He’s not a naughty boy, he’s the Messiah!
So here's the trope I'd like to eliminate from Young Adullt fiction: messianic main characters. Fuck 'em.
Avast there, ye swabs!
The whole point about the bad guy is that he thinks he's the good guy. For a great villain, go back to Treasure Island and Long John Silver...
The crap first draft
The end of the first draft is just an excuse to make yourself a cup of tea and treat yourself to a biscuit
The first sentence, part 2: Pariah
Any sorcerer will tell you: once there’s a demon in the room, all bets are off
The first sentence, part 1: Gifted
I’ve been up all night while the cat’s still fresh...