For several reasons, the next Amy and Paul saga to see print will be The Wedding Fatality.
You spend nine months or so writing a novel. You're pleased with the story line, and with the characters, and with some twists and turns. It has good atmosphere and versimilitude of reality.
And then the US Supreme Court issues a decision, and suddenly the versimilitude is up in smoke!
Rather than throw out 350 pages of hard work, I came up with a preface to salvage the story. Once I publish the book you can tell me if the preface works or not.
The trip to New Orleans was hot. Damn hot. Hot enough to boil a monkey's bum, as Monty Python put it. Temperatures were over 100 every day. But then, it was August in New Orleans -- what would you expect?
If I were to work backwards and write an Amy and Paul saga when she was college age, I would have Amy taking a summer job at the Oak Alley Plantaction as an interpreter. She'd wear a frilly hoop skirt from circa 1855, and for the first time since she was a child she'd enjoy such feminine clothes. She'd maybe have an affair with one of the college men also working there. And then someone would turn up dead. And Amy and Paul would find the murderer.
Why? Take a look at pictures of Oak Alley...
You spend nine months or so writing a novel. You're pleased with the story line, and with the characters, and with some twists and turns. It has good atmosphere and versimilitude of reality.
And then the US Supreme Court issues a decision, and suddenly the versimilitude is up in smoke!
Rather than throw out 350 pages of hard work, I came up with a preface to salvage the story. Once I publish the book you can tell me if the preface works or not.
The trip to New Orleans was hot. Damn hot. Hot enough to boil a monkey's bum, as Monty Python put it. Temperatures were over 100 every day. But then, it was August in New Orleans -- what would you expect?
If I were to work backwards and write an Amy and Paul saga when she was college age, I would have Amy taking a summer job at the Oak Alley Plantaction as an interpreter. She'd wear a frilly hoop skirt from circa 1855, and for the first time since she was a child she'd enjoy such feminine clothes. She'd maybe have an affair with one of the college men also working there. And then someone would turn up dead. And Amy and Paul would find the murderer.
Why? Take a look at pictures of Oak Alley...