Tuesday, 25 November 2008
Wrong season, darn it...
I started writing Catch a Falling Star in June, and set it then - though I don't specify the date anywhere, I'm using a 2008 calendar. The events of the book cover five or six weeks in the lives of the characters.
The scene I'm currently on has my heroine, Caz, at 3am on July 19th, searching for Ric who is breaking into a lavish country house. And the point I'm making is this: I'd find it a lot easier to get the atmosphere if London wasn't so wintry, cold, and dark by teatime. Or if Caz was circling the house on an icy night. I could get right into her numb fingers, her visible breath, how the cold claims her as she crouches in the herbaceous border to watch the people in the house.
Instead of which, the hood she wears for concealment makes her hot, and the balmy night air is fragrant with summer flowers.
The old imagination is creaking under the strain.
Posted by Lexi at Tuesday, November 25, 2008