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desperanceBear with me, this one's a story.
Long years ago - long, long years: before I lived in this house, so it's fifteen years at least and possibly nearer to twenty - I thought, "Oh: wouldn't it be cool to write a book called Desdaemona?" A short while after that I was listening to something on the radio and I guess someone used the word "monogamy", because my brain went "Oh, hey, the sequel: Daemonogamy!" And not very long after that I was walking through town and looked in an estate agent's window and read the poster and I can only imagine it had the word "pandemonium" in it somewhere because I walked on thinking "...And there's vol three of the trilogy: Pandaemonium..."
Yup, this really is how I work. All books like to start with a title.
I don't think I had even so much as a genre in mind at the time, though it wasn't very long before the shape of a story started to emerge. Then I was on a train with a writerly friend, and rather than talking I stared out of the window and constructed the whole trilogy as a cyberpunk SF excursion, set in that time after China had handed Hong Kong back to the UK as being utterly ungovernable (I'd still kinda like to write that, now I come to think).
And so it sat untouched, unwritten, while time went by; and then I went walking in a graveyard as is my wont, and something happened in my head so that by the time I came home I had the whole trilogy in my head again, recast this time as urban fantasy.
And this time, with encouragement from agent and a friend to race against (hi,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
davidbarnett!), I wrote Desdaemona. And sent it to my agent, and, um, more time passed.
But! Time has evidently stopped passing. This morning, I had an offer in my inbox. Subject to terms, Desdaemona will be published by Solaris Books, in the UK and the US simultaneously.
Under, of course, another pseudonym, so please to forget everything I have just told you...
*skips off in search of coffee and meds*
Long years ago - long, long years: before I lived in this house, so it's fifteen years at least and possibly nearer to twenty - I thought, "Oh: wouldn't it be cool to write a book called Desdaemona?" A short while after that I was listening to something on the radio and I guess someone used the word "monogamy", because my brain went "Oh, hey, the sequel: Daemonogamy!" And not very long after that I was walking through town and looked in an estate agent's window and read the poster and I can only imagine it had the word "pandemonium" in it somewhere because I walked on thinking "...And there's vol three of the trilogy: Pandaemonium..."
Yup, this really is how I work. All books like to start with a title.
I don't think I had even so much as a genre in mind at the time, though it wasn't very long before the shape of a story started to emerge. Then I was on a train with a writerly friend, and rather than talking I stared out of the window and constructed the whole trilogy as a cyberpunk SF excursion, set in that time after China had handed Hong Kong back to the UK as being utterly ungovernable (I'd still kinda like to write that, now I come to think).
And so it sat untouched, unwritten, while time went by; and then I went walking in a graveyard as is my wont, and something happened in my head so that by the time I came home I had the whole trilogy in my head again, recast this time as urban fantasy.
And this time, with encouragement from agent and a friend to race against (hi,
davidbarnett!), I wrote Desdaemona. And sent it to my agent, and, um, more time passed.But! Time has evidently stopped passing. This morning, I had an offer in my inbox. Subject to terms, Desdaemona will be published by Solaris Books, in the UK and the US simultaneously.
Under, of course, another pseudonym, so please to forget everything I have just told you...
*skips off in search of coffee and meds*