It’s the stuff of life, or so a very wise Benjamin Franklin would have us believe – and I think he indeed had a point, we should spend it wisely!
Anyway, time is my current focus.
Prison is the first book that has a forced timeline – events MUST happen against a dictated and unmoveable rhythm.
Thomas Payne was easy; the siege of Khartoum lent a good series of dates to dance around.
Magic and Gotham played the easy flow of a storyline, with only one glorious summer needing structure.
Now, now that I’ve created a storyline (you’ll like it) and it has an implacable timeline.
I’ve looked back over the whole narrative (from birth) and tried to tie it all down to months, weeks and years.
There is a distinct possibility that I’m being far too forensic – maybe nobody has noticed, perchance if they have, they don’t really care…?
So, I am mapping Amy’s life from 1864 – 1890.
She is no longer the 21-year old debutant, she is a woman of substance, maturity and wealth, she is an independent woman who is galloping towards the end of her twenties
So that’s me typing away at my keyboard, I am mapping the life of a fictional character – oh the joys of writing!