Greta van der Rol

On a roll. A place in the Krystor mountains, I'd even found a picture to fire my imagination.

And then last night a little thought tapped diffidently on my shoulder. "Greet?"
Mumble wizzle. "What?"
"Why would they be in the mountains, Greet?"
"Go away. I explained all that." (Turns over)
"Yes, but where did they grow the food?"
(Sits up) "Down in the valley."
"Well then... why-"
"Oh, shut up. You've made your point."
Bloody little thought just shot down my wonderful plot device.

But all is not lost. I'd actually thought this all through with rather more sense many months ago (before 'Die a Dry Death' took up residence in my brain). And fortunately, I hadn't thrown the scene away. It was just a couple of pages but it was enough to put me back on plausible track.

The mountains are still in there, but they're not quite so important, now.

Oh, bugger. It can't be the TEMPLE at Krystor anymore... hmmm. Then again, maybe it can...

I guess we all get it. One of those times when you can't get in the groove. When your characters won't talk to you. You can see them, imagine them. But Ravindra's lying back in the chair in his office, hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling. Morgan just throws me one of those 'looks'. And I don't know where I'm going. Or more particularly, where they're going.

Well... I do, but that's at the end. That's the thing about books. You know where they start, you know where they finish. But how do you get from one to the other?

So I thought 'bugger it. I'll work out how they get there later.' And I wrote the BIG chapter. And it all started to flow. And then I went back and started the second big chapter. From there, I came up with a title and the ideas queued up in a semi-orderly fashion to the extent I had to write some down.

On a roll now. 'The Temple of Krystor', book two of 'A Legacy of War', is well underway.

Oh, and if you're interested, I wrote the Big Sex Scene ages ago. (Grins)