Returning to Sollop-the-Moor

Having gotten the music in my head out of the system, there are other things awaiting my attention.

Books don't write themselves, well, actually in a way you could argue that they, in fact, do, as do songs.

The two books I have up on Amazon now are have not literally just been written.

The Devil's Workshop was on the computer for a good6 years, always being added to every now and again when I had time and the desire to write. The same is true for Heaven On Earth, this too was lying in the computer and being added to bit by bit for years. It's only now that they have been completed and put "out there".

There is another book in the works. This one, Celtic Rites, has been in the computer for even longer and still hasn't been finished.

Returning to a book is weird. It's like the characters have all been in suspended animation, frozen in time.

You know them and the place, in this case a little village in rural England, but they are all in some magical sleep as long as no one is looking. As soon as you return to the story they spring to life. Their characters abruptly appear again, they regain their flesh and their ways of speaking and acting. The story bursts into life again and the village begins to live.

I know where every house is, who lives where and what the house is like. I know the village pub, The Badly Slaughtered Duck, and its patrons. It's like coming home to a place except it hasn't changed a jot since you were last there. Everything is exactly as you left it.

So, I hope I am going to start to make the time (I used to tell my child, and still do, time is something you make), to get back to Sollop and reinvigorate the residents and continue the comic mayhem of the story.

It is another humourous book and still makes me giggle when I read some of the passages.

I have no idea when it will be finished. I am still on the first draught. The story is a quite winding with many events happening at or about the same time, so it needs to be pulled together....also, I don't know, as yet, how I am going to get to the end. I know what I want and what is going to happen, but getting there is another thing.

But, as I said, stories and songs tend to write themselves once you give them the space to grow. It's like re-potting a plant. If you leave it in a little container it will stay small, even shrivel, but if you re-pot it in a big one it will go mad.

I love Sollop, it is a lovely place, and I love the people there. I want to do them justice and not allow them to shrivel away having never really lived. I want them to have a life and live their story and get the happy end they deserve.

I shall endeavour!!

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