For the last couple of months I’ve been working on a novella called Sanctus and for the whole time I’ve had the music from If… trapped in my head. It’s been sending me a bit whappy to be honest, but I finished the story today and I hoped that would be end of it. Then, just as I thought it was safe to go back in the water, some bugger decided to play it on the radio this morning. On the very day I finished the novella! Tell me that’s not just a bit weird…
Maybe the only way I can be rid of the tune is to inflict it on someone else, so please, if you have a heart, listen to this:
In other news, finishing Sanctus means I can start planning my next project which is a whole trilogy of novels about a large, green, horned gentleman by the name of Orion. I think the best way to come up with a suitable plot is to don green tights and hide in a hedge for a week or two (no change there then, says Kathryn).
