The Tales From Wytch End

Ask 50 authors how they write their books, and you’d probably get seventy odd different answers. People change their minds. Stories change their minds. Sometimes that fantastic idea you woke up with at 2.00am simply doesn’t work, or fit, or is just plain rubbish.

Other times all it needs is umpteen rewrites for an idea to work, leaving you to lay down in a darkened room wondering why you didn’t think of it in the first place. Or indeed, why we do this writing thing in the first place. It certainly not everyone’s cup of Darjeeling.

Presumably it’s like people who need to climb mountains, or run ultra marathons, when ‘normal’ people think you’re bonkers. I’m not comparing writing to such physical extremes, only that  for a writer, it fulfils a need, and comes with more coffee. From initial idea through to typing “The End,”  whether it’s good, bad or indifferent, it’s an achievement and a point of personal pride.

The Tales From Wytch End is a trilogy following the trials and tribulations of Neil Fellows being drawn into the mix of Witchery, four hundred year old hexes, old souls, and the odd demon or two, well all tight, three. Truth to tell, the end result of “The Witch, The Monk, and the I.T Guy” wasn’t how I envisaged the story to pan out. Things changed, characters wouldn’t do what they told, and you have to listen to them.

The third and final part of the trilogy is being currently being written. Trying to tie things up make you realise there are more loose  ends than bowl of spaghetti. It currently has a working title of “The Witch Assassin,” but I very much doubt it will make the final cut.

What comes after? Well, there may be a few shorter tales, like “The shrieking Pit.” I’ve got some ideas for those. Different styles are likely, perhaps with some of the existing characters, perhaps not. We shall see what happens when the trilogy is finished, maybe I’ll just remain laying down in a darkened room.