Here is the latest posting on Winter Downs posted recently with the writer Louse Wise on her Wise Words blogsite
Secrets about my writing? Tricky. I have always seen myself as, if you’ll excuse the pun, an open book. Or am I?
Much of my short fiction is crime or horror based and there is a sort of a secret thread that emerges from time to time. Sometimes I like to let the bad guy win or at very least escape more or less intact, and in a few of my short horror stories it’s the victim who dies!
We all know that good does not always win even though we might want it to, and allowing evil to triumph in fiction reflects real life, and that’s what I like to do in my writing.
The line between light and dark is often more muddy grey marshland in my fiction. Sherlock Holmes allowed the villain to escape justice on many occasions, either because he felt that the crime was committed for the best of reasons or that the consequences of the arrest outweighed the crime itself.
Leaving the enemy to walk is a ruse best used where there are several offenders to choose from. Kill off or capture one (or more) and leave the last to run off into the darkness with murder and revenge in their black hearts… Sorry, getting carried away.
In my defence, as the writer, I may want to use a particular villain again, which obviously can’t be done once I’ve killed them off. On the other hand – I do also like destroying them in spectacular fashion.
Last weekend was all about filming interviews for the extras disc that will accompany White Witch of Devil’s End. Those who follow my blog will recall that this is a Dr Who project from Reel Time Pictures starring Damaris Hayman, reprising her role of Olive Hawthorne from Dr Who’s ‘The Daemons’ (which was first screened in 1971! Over 45 years ago!)
White Witch of Devil’s End is a monologue written by Sam Stone, Jan Edwards, David J Howe, Raven Dane, Debbie Bennett and Suzanne J Barbieri – which will hopefully also spawn an anthology from Telos Publishing (more on that another time).
On Saturday, I joined my mum, my daughter, my sister, niece and sister-in-law for afternoon tea at the Avon Gorge Hotel in Bristol. We were there to celebrate two big family birthdays, but one of the reasons I chose that hotel from all the others in Bristol is that the Avon Gorge is the model for The Grand in “Picking up the Pieces.”
Being brought up in Bristol and going to school just down the road, this hotel had always intrigued me. Clinging to the side of the Gorge it looks out on the Suspension Bridge and the river far below. I imagined it as a romantic place and conjured up an Art Deco Interior with a large Victorian conservatory, where my characters would meet and Elsa would break the devastating news that sets off the action of the novel.
In real life, however, it was very different. There was…