tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644918126688721788.post3367366888700482378..comments2024-03-29T07:54:24.161+00:00Comments on TONE DEAF: Jana is loved - again!Roderick Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16828395545197001637noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644918126688721788.post-63936207370122348312018-11-11T08:20:11.905+00:002018-11-11T08:20:11.905+00:00All: Good grief! That's four explicit or impli...All: Good grief! That's four explicit or implicit requests for a sequel. And here I am, more or less at the end of my creative expectations.<br /><br />I mentioned the situation to VR and she asked me if a sequel would resolve the problems associated with Christopher Day, Jana's rickety beloved.<br /><br />I said (without thinking): "Oh no, he'd be shoved to one side. And Jana would have to..." I paused. Scenes of Jana doing this and that were flitting through my mind like bats, enough to form a basis for the first 30,000 words of OoA2 (ie, roughly a third). So, so much easier than what lies ahead in Rictangular Lenses.<br /><br />Tempting. But alas I am reminded of the first inescapable law of novel-writing: inspiration 5%, perspiration 95%. Could I interest you all instead in Lindsay, the woman with the glasses:<br /><br /><i>Lindsay sat in the chair she’d occupied for her job interview and relived the ambiguities. Office manager was a step up from glorified secretary in West Bromwich, her job at the time; she yearned for the status. Her quick answers and plucky initiatives appeared to be going down well. Admittedly Stanley also dwelt on her stilettos and high-line bra but Lindsay gritted her teeth. There’d been other interviews and she’d become convinced that these cattle-auctions were the norm. The trouble was no one she knew had come up with a fool-proof response which didn’t put the interview at risk. Moving up the ladder meant skirting the line between good sport and tart. <br />........<br /><br />Lindsay had accepted the job without knowing how she had appeared. Perhaps the manliness had been purely routine and confined to that first meeting. Thereafter, Stanley went no further than placing a hand unnecessarily in the small of her back as she passed through doorways. But experience had taught her to measure all signs of familiarity. The Christmas party had loomed like an ambush but since Stanley brought his wife (more likely, she had insisted) the worst moment was no more than his wettish kiss on her cheek.</i><br /><br />But then Lindsay has one major failing. She can't fly a plane.Roderick Robinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16828395545197001637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644918126688721788.post-12699136657011452822018-11-11T02:30:19.724+00:002018-11-11T02:30:19.724+00:00I love Jana too.I love Jana too.Bethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15829062955658284450noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644918126688721788.post-38675025657830402082018-11-10T14:04:29.539+00:002018-11-10T14:04:29.539+00:00Great news. I loved Out of Arizona, and I also wis...Great news. I loved Out of Arizona, and I also wish you would write a sequel, for Jana's sake.Colettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13929646037752189809noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644918126688721788.post-43092432712164333732018-11-10T07:01:48.889+00:002018-11-10T07:01:48.889+00:00The Crow: If you could guarantee I would live to 9...The Crow: If you could guarantee I would live to 95, with my mind still sentient, I might consider it. My publisher ("I like the flying bits," he says, of OoA) has also suggested a sequel. But in the meantime I must wrestle with Lindsay who has set out to conquer the world on the basis of her choice of glasses (Rictangular Lenses, 34,000 words done), who is teetering on the brink of her first big commercial success, who will step up to big bucks and will then have her spirit tested by something awful which I cannot yet reveal. Meanwhile I need to run a blog for confirmation that there's someone else out there, not just me and this glaring monitor screen. Roderick Robinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16828395545197001637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644918126688721788.post-79038047887442199152018-11-09T15:09:56.555+00:002018-11-09T15:09:56.555+00:00You mean you aren't going to write a follow-up...You mean you aren't going to write a follow-up?! Doggone it.The Crowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04846997590157958766noreply@blogger.com