It’s been a week since the launch of The Butterfly Storm and what a week it has been! The only problem I’ve realised with having launched the book is that now it’s officially published it can no longer be considered a work in progress… Hum… That means I have to write something new *feels quite faint at the thought*. Of course Time Shifters can still be considered a work in progress because I’m editing it but I thought I’d give you something completely different on this hot and humid Wednesday morning.
Taking up Kathi’s challenge of writing a completely new opening for a new novel, this is the potential opening for The House of Stone. I say potential, it may change (knowing me it probably will) but there are actual words on a page. Not many I admit, but words all the same. I scribbled them down on the weekend and have fleshed them out (just a little) this morning. I’ve started writing it in the third person past tense so I’ll see how it goes (this may change) as it’s very different to The Butterfly Storm which is written in the first person present tense. But doing something different might be a good thing… I’d love to know what you think.
‘It said what?’
Poppy’s dad looked across the kitchen table at her. ‘That you need to go to Africa to find out what your aunt’s left you.’
‘It’s probably some dusty piece of African artwork,’ Poppy’s mum said, placing a tray with three mugs of coffee and a jar of biscuits on the table before pulling up a chair and sitting down.
‘I don’t get it,’ Poppy said. ‘ You, dad and Conor get left over £100,000 between you but according to the will, if I don’t physically go to Africa, I don’t get to even find out what I’ve been left?’
‘That’s about right.’ Poppy’s dad dunked a digestive in his coffee. ‘My sister was always impulsive and quirky.’
‘You say that like it’s a bad thing,’ Poppy said.
‘Not necessarily bad but you know what she was like – she got an idea about something and that was it, she was fixated on it. How do you think she ended up in Tanzania in the first place.’
‘So you think there will be a good reason she wants me to actually go to Tanzania?’
‘Well, maybe not a good reason but I’m sure there is a reason.’
‘Great, that’s helpful dad.’ Poppy took her mug of coffee and went and stood by the kitchen window. It was only four in the afternoon and it was already dark. Rain streaked the glass and drowned out the sound of Radio 4 on in the background. Poppy turned back to her parents. ‘I’m in the middle of selling our house, finalising our godforsaken divorce. How can I possibly just leave everything to go to Africa?’
That’s your lot! I have actually written three more paragraphs but I thought it was a good place to end it here.
If you’d like to join in with the WIPpet fun then either 1) write the opening of a new novel or 2) choose an extract from your current WIP that corresponds to the day (you could choose 19 words, lines or paragraphs from chapter 1, 9 or 19 for the 19th June). Then head on over to K L Schwengel’s blog and add your link to the little blue linky.
Later on today I’ll be heading over to Texas in the good ‘ole US of A for a guest post on Maryann Miller’s It’s Not All Gravy blog, where I’ll be having a conversation with Sophie Keech, my main character from The Butterfly Storm. I will post again later. In the meantime happy reading!