lighting up
It’s always interesting to identify what sparks a project. The bones of this one have been lying around waiting for tendon and flesh for months now, ever since I realised I could recycle two short stories into a novel … thus Illume arrived, though if challenged to name it in public I will refuse unless bribed with bubbly as my accent is non-existent. But scribbling in the middle of the night hasn’t happened for a while. Other projects snuck in, the work thing encouraged a zombie-like state, the general gloom of winter… yes, I can spin a fine excuse. Then I read a paranormal-investigator novel, didn’t like it, and the Paris-project revived.
I’d forgotten about the rat-pigeon hybrids. I think they deserve a bigger role…
Illume, word count = 13 156
