My latest book was published yesterday. Mike Pannett’s Yorkshire
is a handsome collection of photographs displaying some of the many scenes that
form the backdrop to the Now Then, Lad series.
Mike himself was at the Black Sheep Brewery in Masham as part of the launch,
and now goes on the road to promote what Countryside Publications expect to be
a Christmas hit. Let’s hope it is. At £9.99 it’s a hard-cover bargain.
To tell the truth, I hardly had time to note the event. I am
under the kind of pressure that all authors crave. While I’ve been beavering
away on the sci-fi project – I’m now well past 40,000 words and it is, finally,
gathering a head of steam – a certain
contract has been gathering dust on my desk. That’s for the next book I have to
write with my partner-in-crime, the story of his childhood in rural North
Yorkshire . Yesterday I amended the delivery date on that and
signed it. It seems I will be pretty much a fixture at this desk until the end
of April.
I am learning a huge amount from concocting this fiction set
in the world of brain-computer interfaces. I am learning that if you develop a group
of characters and set them loose in the world, interesting things happen. They
will surprise you. I’ve already had to give one a gender-change. Another has
suddenly shed twenty years and become an innocent abroad (‘OMG ,
How the hell did I get mixed up with these gun-toting anarchists?’). A third
has been merged with another character for the sake of credibility/convenience.
And yesterday I decided it was time I killed off one of the minor players. Let
me tell you, she had it coming. Okay, so it was I who put the gun in her hand
and had her attempt to kill the protagonist, but I had no choice. I needed to re-unite him with his wife, who, he has just
discovered, is having an affair with one of the anarchists. The killing had
another benefit: it afforded one of the crazies the opportunity to rack up a
few credits for coming to the main man’s rescue. Now he sees that if you hire a
man of action, that’s what you get: action.
By the time I packed up yesterday I had the whole cast
scuttling about in the woods of southern New Mexico
looking for their getaway vehicle in a cloud of smoke. They’d just attacked the
labs, where the evil scientists were doing terrible things to various
guinea-pigs. And for good measure I had a stray bullet whack into the
protagonist’s wife. Well you can’t have an assault with deadly weapons, and a
grenade-launcher, without somebody getting hurt, can you now? It’s only a flesh
wound, but it’ll give the heroes a problem. And that’s the most valuable thing
I learned as a TV soap writer: whenever things seem to be going smoothly you
wade in there and mess things up. Goes against my nature as a tidy-minded
individual, but hey ho. Needs must.
This is something of a catch-up, so I must mention the
events of last Saturday when York City ,
still looking for a second win of the season, took on Portsmouth FC. Three
years ago Portsmouth were playing Chelsea
in the Cup Final. A year or two before that they won the Final, and ended up playing
the likes of A C Milan in the Europa League. However, massive over-spending,
and the suspect dealings of some criminally inclined foreign owners destroyed
their financial base and saw three rapid relegations, aided by punitive points
deductions. So here they are in the fourth tier of English football, with a
large fan-base, 1300 of whom made the 500-mile round trip to Bootham
Crescent , where they watched a revitalised York
rip them apart, 4-2. Yesss!!!! 4-2!!! I can’t remember the last time we so
comprehensively destroyed the opposition. Most likely it was the game v Wimbledon
three years ago when we sprinted to a 4-0 lead in 28 minutes. Deep
satisfaction. My joy was only tempered by having to offer condolences to my
friend the poet Jules Smith, who travelled over from Hull
to witness the debacle. He was so stunned that he even refused my offer of a
post-match pint.
Okay, back to the woods. I need to see how badly hurt that
gal is. But don’t worry. She’ll live.
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