Nature watcher, lover of animals, bewitched by plants, and intrigued by people interactions; these are my inspirations – I love it when I read works that are sensitive to these inspirations and they totally infuse my writing. Worlds, imagined worlds that are nevertheless 'could be true' have always fascinated me. It's what my readers tell me: "your story describes a place I feel I could visit on my next holiday but I know it doesn't exist".
I set goals - but all sorts of other things creep in. Like when I clean the kitchen – it starts with cleaning one cupboard but in the cupboard I find a bowl that belongs in the pantry. When I put the bowl in the pantry I find that the shelf needs a wipe. When I start to wipe the shelf, I find a container with rice that's almost empty so I start a list of to-do-shopping and as I go down the list I wonder what I need to get to replenish items in the fridge. When I open the fridge I note there's food I meant to give the dogs. As I'm giving the dogs the food I note that their bedding needs ... and so on. At the end of the day I may have attained my original goal but ... it took soooo much longer. My authorship's like that too - wedged in among all sorts of other to do's. Ellen (the fictitional heroine) sorts her goals in a more orderly manner. In this extract she's not sidelined by lots of extraneous events; she keeps her eye on the ball.
I might not be able to swing a deal with these Guild Masters. That means I can’t help Elthán – or Fadil and Thuls Refuge. I need to think of another plan. Ellen felt a strong urge to have a bath and hated herself for it, then buried the urge and hate with a shake of her head. Another plan! she told herself sternly. The spread on my bed at the Serai is made from Cryptal cloth. I could use that. And –oooh, Ellen, this would cause quite some stir:I can steal some crystal out of the Serai too. There are still a few bits and pieces around, especially in Redel’s Green Room.