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Jenny tagged me. I have beaten this dead horse long enough, I am sure, but here it goes again: another glimpse of The Brew. I mean to do a post very like this on my latest blight of a story, but I have not had enough time to spend on it and so this will have to suffice. If you are very tired of Falcon and company, I am sorry.
1. Who are the main characters?
Ingrid Brewster: writer and typist. Darjeeling Falcon: Government Investigator, and Ingrid's employer and oldest friend. Lady Jane Grey: The Woman Who Has Disappeared, thus creating a Case and a Plot and all sorts of conundrumish things.
2. How did you get the idea for this story?
It started with a whimsical idea of a falcon named Darjeeling, a hound named Ceylon, and a stallion named Yorkshire Gold. Then it turned into a series of silly tales involving animals who talked (all named after tea) and a girl named Jane. That story supplied a vignette or two and then stalled for many moons. But! On a day full of fate (and many other things which would be much more interesting to mention but entirely irrelevant), I was watching a hawk and trying to glean inspiration when the animals turned into people, and something entirely Other was born. That something entirely Other is... this.
3. What genre is this story?
4. Describe your book in three thoughts:
Who knows more of mystery - the detective or the writer? No, what I mean to say is, forget the cigar ash, Holmes, and pay attention to the story. And keep an eye out for the barber; he'll be back.
5. The bit that describes an obscure piece of real life best:
Approaching (the house) at dusk on foot might have seemed gloomy and imposing to most, but I had done so many times before and the sight inspired fondness.On an impulse, I left the yawning drive and trotted across the lawn. The indefinite blue-black of the sky filled the very air and I, breathing it in, felt myself as much a part of this hour as an errant bat or the rattling frogs down by the lake.
6. The funniest line said by a side-character thus far:
I don't know about the funniest, but I find Darjeeling's mother rather amusing. I have good fun with her heavily-italicized lectures.
Paper cuts and carpal tunnel. Writing is a desperate, dangerous business.
(Dum dum DUM...!)
York, bless his literary hooves! I can't tell you exactly why; that would spoil it. Suffice it to say he's one of those chaps who doesn't get the best lines but manages to burst in and do all the right things anyway.
I'm afraid it's probably a shameless mixture of Sayers' Wimsey, Chesterton's Syme, and A.A. Milne's Winnie-ther-Pooh.
Oh, bother! If I thought it was destined to become a book on tape, I would not write it. Seriously; I have a general apathy bordering on aversion to most audiobooks, but in this particular instance a man's voice reading Ingrid's perspective would be rubbish, and the idea of a woman reading any of the lads' lines is ridiculous.
“I know you’re comfortable on the doorstep, Darjeeling, but some people can’t always be leaning on some wall or other. They’ve invented chairs for that!”
7. Your favourite piece of description:
“Yorkshire Gold, that’s my name a’right,” said the four-legged figure, looming above the little girl as cordially as any large creature in a dark forest can be expected to loom.
8. Your biggest fear in the writing of this story:
Paper cuts and carpal tunnel. Writing is a desperate, dangerous business.
9. Last full sentence you wrote:
The loaded pistol in Falcon’s coat pocket received a reassuring pat as he got to his feet and slipped down the stairs.
(Dum dum DUM...!)
10. Favourite character thus far:
York, bless his literary hooves! I can't tell you exactly why; that would spoil it. Suffice it to say he's one of those chaps who doesn't get the best lines but manages to burst in and do all the right things anyway.
11. What books have been written or have you read that are similar in style and flavour to your novel?
I'm afraid it's probably a shameless mixture of Sayers' Wimsey, Chesterton's Syme, and A.A. Milne's Winnie-ther-Pooh.
12. If it was destined to become a book on tape, who would you wish to read it?
Oh, bother! If I thought it was destined to become a book on tape, I would not write it. Seriously; I have a general apathy bordering on aversion to most audiobooks, but in this particular instance a man's voice reading Ingrid's perspective would be rubbish, and the idea of a woman reading any of the lads' lines is ridiculous.
Lady Jane thought this a rather silly reason
to insist on the one term over the other,
but four hooves seemed quite a large number to argue with
over trifles.
More Brew - jolly good! I for one am never tired of hearing about it. I'm still not sure what to make of York (which I imagine is rather the point), but I want to see more of him. And Falcon. And Ingrid. And, well, everyone.
Feel free to post more - don't be shy! (I never am.) ^.^
Tired of the Brew? Pfft! This is jolly good stuff here! This is top-notch nonsense of the most serious kind! Don't entertain the notion of "not boring us" with "all these scribbles." We're not bored and they're not just scribbles - though I'm afraid of frightening you with words like "novel" and "published." Great Scott, I love reading the passages you post and the posts about the passages! Both you and your story are equally delicious to read. Wimsey and Syme and Winnie-ther-Pooh indeed! I can see that.
Mm, such delicious words. If I had feathers I would fluff them and settle comfortably down into them, basking in the warm glow of the Brew.
(Your last full sentence especially, to me, was delightful. ^.^ )