Tuesday, 31 January 2012

Very early taster of book 2


      Chapter 1

     Watching for the dawn. That’s what it’s all about, isn’t it? Survival. Just waiting for that old sun to come up 
again, even though there’s no certainty it’ll do so; something that’s happened billions of times before is no more 
fated to do so again because of it.
     Sitting in darkness, the black sky dotted with petals of punctuation, dawn and then daybreak gradually 
appeared. As the sun rose in the east, splaying its oak frayed rays towards the church Wall stood up and walked
under the upper branches of the yew tree towards the padlocked gate. Beside it was one of those two-part 
gateways that always infuriated him; enter the semi-circular iron pen, pull the hinged gate towards you and slip 
around the side of it, pushing it back to the side you’ve just come from.
    There’s got to be a proper name for it, this type of gateway, though Wall had his own choice: bastard.

Photos

Hoping to take some photos of the remaining locations this Thursday and will upload them soon after. The mosque, Severn Terrace, Stow Hill adjacent to the cathedral...

Random?

The locations of the serial murders in the novel were chosen randomly by me at first. It was only after I started looking at a map of Newport that I noticed the places I had chosen were related to each other, as described in the book.

And so the remaining murders - probably 3 or 4 - were chosen deliberately to fit this new pattern. But yes, to those who have asked me, 5 or 6 of the sites were plucked from the air (the air inside my brain, that is) without knowing they would line up.

When I began writing the novel, there was no grand plan; as usual with my writing, there is an element (if not a whole bag of them) of the words writing themselves. This might lead at some point to me drafting a rough outline plan of the story, but it's likely to be very loose and indeterminate.

Perhaps this comes from my interest, as a teenager, in Surrealism and 'automatic writing'?

So anyway, I wrote this novel as I went along, usually with little or no idea what would happen next. I like this method, and it suits me. I can pick up threads, change direction and include new research and interests as and when they arise. A bit like web surfing: one place leads you to another, which in turns leads...

Once I knew that the murders had been committed (?) according to 'ley lines' in the city, I knew exactly what I needed to do. What direction to take it in if I was ever in control of the flow of words, and I also knew from that what sort of character the killer was.

The ending was a complete surprise to me. Written almost manically over a week or so, listening to the same songs and pieces of music on repeat, this was certainly a case of me just being there to physically type the words as they flowed through my fingers to the keyboard.

I will post here later which music it actually was that drove me to the conclusion of the novel. But the Cocteau Twins were a large part of the engine.

Sunday, 29 January 2012

But before No.2.....

...will come The Boy Who Zoomed. Also finished a while back and currently undergoing a final 'spit and polish', it's a full-length adventure novel for older children / young teens. It should be available to download within the next month and itself might turn out to be the first in a series featuring the same characters. However, nothing has yet been written for a follow-up. Watch this space...

No.2 in series

Watching For The Dawn, the 2nd. novel in the Ed Wall P.I. series, was all but finished some time ago. With just a few chapters left to write then some editing and a bit of 'spit and polish', it should be published by summer 2012.

Wren House, St. Fagan's


Hunting the Wren, St. Stephen's Day