Lol. This post isn’t really about poisonous mushrooms, that was a cunning ruse to get you attention. It’s really about book 9 and why I’ve been finding it hard to write. I believe it’s a question of genre.
With specific genres, plots tend to come fairly easily once I have a character in mind. The story grows up around the characterisation and dialogue – probably because those are the bits I like playing with most. To give you a for instance, when I was doing fantasy in May I was given two character suggestions and knew immediately what I was going to do with them, so I sat and wrote it.
Humour is not a very specific genre, and to be honest I don’t have a specific character in mind. My vague plan was to write about the experiences of recent graduates living in the city in a sort of bubbly, chick lit way – Sex and the City but with real people who have real relationships, money issues, terrible flats, identity crises, whatever. Not just any old real people, but real Scottish people.