Come with me now on a journey through time and space, and Chunky Peanut Butter Kit-Kats…
Over the next year (and indeed, years) I intend to do a series of blog posts charting the creation of a fantasy trilogy – from the ideas to the planning, to the first draft, to the inevitable scrapping of that first bit, to the 60K point where I traditionally pause to panic, to the revision and the eventual editing. I won’t be going into super specific details about the trilogy for obvious reasons, but I hope that seeing the birth* of The Ninth Rain, to some extent, might be useful or at least interesting in some way.
Anyway, this isn’t one of those posts, more a warning of what might be popping up over the next few months, but it occurs to me as I plunge myself into this new world, that the weird thing is the characters. Or specifically, the lack of them.
Now, I do have lots of characters. Four main ones already, and they are already a treasure and a joy and a pain in my bum. But it’s like the beginning of The Copper Promise. When I started the first Copper Cat book, I had Wydrin, Lord Frith, and Sebastian, but I didn’t yet have Ephemeral, Ip, Crowleo, Xinian, Selsye, Tamlyn and Nuava Nox, Toast, Gwiddion, O’rin, Dreyda, Bezcavar, Enri and Roki, Mendrick, or any of the other characters that were to make themselves known to me over the years. They all emerged from the story, stomping up with big leather boots, or on sinister bare feet, unknown to me until they appeared, sliding in at the edges or appearing in a fanfare of violence; they grew naturally from the story, causing trouble for my beloved Black Feather Three, or just occasionally, offering help. And that’s what I look forward to the most I think – all the new characters I’ve yet to meet. It’s going to be a lot of fun.
*seeing the birth – I know this sounds gross. I am sorry.