My current book is not going well, one of several reasons I've been slow on the blogging front lately. Today, as I attempted to chisel another page from the rockface, I realized that I do not have a clear picture of my hero. Heroine is hunky-dory, right down to her own particular way of internalising things. Hero was no more than Mr Tall, Dark and Difficult, right out of casting central. I wasn't hearing him and that's because I wasn't seeing him. The two seem to need to come together in that messy place (or rockface) that is my head. Soooo, I've been on a scouting mission and I do believe, yes sirreee, I have found my man. Name is Donovan Keane and I can't say he is pleased to meet you because right at this moment he's not pleased about anything. But that's okay, because it's my heroine who has made him displeased and that is just the way it should be. Phew.
posted by Bronwyn Jameson @ 4:33 PM
