Thursday, September 12, 2013

Enya Ran Off With My Story

I truly wasn't expecting Enya to run off with my story.
She was supposed to be a bit player. She was supposed to take centre stage in the not-quite-prologue and then drift off into the ether, having delivered my (ahem) darling, outrageous Jack into his story.
The two thousand words I'd planned on giving her somehow stretched into six. And even then she didn't have the grace to keep well away from where she wasn't wanted, but kept butting in at major plot turns.
"See, I come in here. This is where I step in and save the day," she kept interrupting.
"No. No you don't. You're done. Your story's told," I tried to tell her.
"In you dreams. This is where I come in and you need to deal with it."
"But. But no. I have this chapter planned. And you weren't in it."
"Then re-jig it. Because I'm definitely in it. What else would I be doing with myself? Why wouldn't I be here?"
And I couldn't think of any real answer, so I had to leave her in.
I'm leaving her spelling with the Irish one - Eithne, the spelling that's in the original myths she's found in. But it's pronounced Enya, just like the famous Irish singer. And oddly, I've discovered that my mythical Eithne/Enya and the singer, Enya, live not far from each other, with only a stretch of sea between,  although obviously they're separated by a few thousand years and well, reality.
Eithne's won the day. She's derailed my story completely, so much so that I'm even thinking of giving her her own books. We'll have to have serious words first, obviously. She'll have to learn to actually listen to me.

Yeah, I don't think it's likely either.
Any tips for getting unruly characters in line would be greatly appreciated!

1 comment:

  1. I had to share this on my Facebook author page. Made me smile - and eager to read her – sorry, your – story!