Today I got down to the Tower of London at dawn, to work on deepening the 'middle' episodes, the heart and backbone of my novel. Already at that hour preparations were in hand for the Queen's Diamond Jubilee, with police officers on duty at the Tower of London and the first sight-seers surveying the scene.
It takes dedication to 'get down to it' that early, but of course, it's what the experienced royal-watchers do, on every occasion - be there, with your mac, your flask of tea and your flags. So my goal today was to work on the dramatic - the backstabbing, the weeping, the scintillating dialogue - well, that's how every writer hopes their work will turn out!
As the first of the crowds settled themselves, and bear in mind this was 6.30 hrs, for a Pageant due to being at 14.00 hrs, I sat on a wall with my coffee and asked myself a series of questions: 1) Have I added complications for poor Thomas? 2) Is he changing? Is he affected by the events that have landed in his lap? 3) Did I deepen the drama? 4) What will the climax of the whole novel be, when I get there?
After a couple of hours, I looked up, and noticed that the crowds were swelling and swelling, an estimated 1 million at least and in the pouring rain too. Only in Britain - and that's the spirit Thomas Tarling must show, too.
I packed my flask and notebook away, ready for a proper breakfast.
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