Saturday and I’m still waiting for the contract; just checked the post and it’s not arrived yet. I have this feeling of impotence because I now have no control over the process, rather like being in the eye of the hurricane. To make it worse, it’s raining. It took a lot of effort to get here and plenty of frantic activity to come but, right now, I have little more I can do except clean the house.
What? Am I kidding myself? That’s the problem with dusting – you do it all, then three months later you have to do it all again. No. Better than that, I’ll start to think about the follow-on book; that’s like choosing a seed to plant. OK, here’s the premise: the main character is an air accident investigator. There’s a crash and it’s suspicious. In the course of his investigations he uncovers more than he could ever have expected but eventually gets the bad guy(s). So, it’s a detective story with a twist and each case has to be techie in nature but not so much as to turn off the reader. When I write, I normally have a clear starting point and direction, then let the characters take the plot wherever. If I’m lucky, the sapling grows into a healthy tree. Of course, I have to cut out dead wood now and then, but it works for me. ‘Flight Into Darkness’ ended up in the hero foiling a dastardly Islamic terrorist plot but the crime uncovered need not be massive or important.
So, a starting point – the accident. It has to be intriguing. How about this one: Christmas Eve on an idyllic airstrip on the Scottish island of Mull. A man is discussing taking off and landing at night with the aid of torchlight only. He’s had a few drinks but decides to prove his point to win a bet. With the others providing the torchlight, he takes off. A squall comes in. He never comes back. Some months later, his body is found on a deeply wooded hillside. He’d died of exposure but has no other injuries; there is no sign of the aircraft wreckage. A few years later, the Royal Navy discover the aircraft wreckage in Tobermory Bay. Interesting, huh? It’s more interesting because it really happened and it has fascinated me ever since I was told it by the landlord of the hotel on the airstrip in question.
Any thoughts on this one? Would it interest you?