Sunday, 24 February 2008
This week I got a scything comment on Chapter 10 from one of my critique partners. I took my poor battered manuscript into Trafalgar Square and sat by the fountain with a capuccino. Laboriously, I rewrote Chapter 10 while I sipped. I added lengthy descriptions, spelled out words any fan of historical fiction understands, and described scenes we covered in Chapter 9. Then, I drained my cappucino and did it all again, in my voice and with my sense of humour. Yes, I kept some of the changes, of course I did. Yet, when you write a novel you have, at some stage to trust that your reader enjoyed the earlier chapters, understood their content and like your characters. You have to act as if you believe it.