Courtesan has the honour to be the KB Book Of The Day for Friday Nov 5th. Hmm. That's Guy Fawkes Day in the UK and, as we all know, on that day they burn Guy in effigy. I hope that doesn't mean that Kbers are going to burn me in effigy or, worse, reality. Let's get it straight here: Harvey scheduled me for this day; he's the one to burn in effigy, not me. Sorry, Harvey, but when my effigial self is threatened, my loyalty to KB ends. Nice knowing you. Ta, ta.
On to the serious portion of this post.
The title of this thread might well be "Who Is Jaswinder Saroya, and Why Is She Hounding Me?" Alternately: "A Cautionary Tale for Authors".
Jaswinder came from a one line throw-away in
Pelgraff. As Alan McLean enters hyperspace for the first time, the ship's PA welcomes him to 'the J-Channel'. McLean looks up that reference in the ship's computer and sees: "J-Channel: discovered by Jaswinder Saroya, the J-Channel is a non-linear representation of linear space."
And thus it began.
Just a throw-away line to make my universe in
Pelgraff seem a little more real, to give it depth. Had I but known . . . but, alas, I cannot go back and change what hath been wrought.
Naturally, I thought little of it at the time but, one night, this voice prickled in my mind, saying: "I have a story. Tell it!" I looked around but saw no one. Who had a story? Like a fool, I asked. "Me, Jaswinder," came the reply.
Jas-who? Go back to sleep.
Ironically, it was I who could no longer sleep. "Tell my story, tell my story," I kept hearing. Friends and co-workers began to note the growing bags under my eyes and to comment that I should take better care of myself. In self-defence, I submitted (always a dangerous thing to do where a character is concerned) and agreed to 'tell her story'.
It didn't take too long and there it was
Courtesan,
the short story. . . which ended quite happily for one Jaswinder Saroya, I must say.
There, done. Haunt me no more.
Obviously, I knew little of Jaswinder. Just as obviously, I was about to find out just how little I understood her. "You call that my story? That's just a prologue. What kind of an author are you?" And those are the nicer bits. I realized I would get no rest until I complied, but I'm not one a character can push around with impunity. Jazz wants to play games? She'll get her story, but she may not like it. Where my books are concerned, I'm a god (as are all fiction authors) and one riles a god at one's own risk
Thus, I ripped out the happy ending and made her suffer. I treated her badly (as an angry god is wont to do), but she got her story. And so we have:
Courtesan,
the novel. Jaswinder got her novel and I got what I desired: silence.
Or did I?
Recently I began hearing her voice again. She's a very determined, fearless lady. My story isn't complete, she tells me. November is coming, she tells me. You've heard of NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month)? she asks, well knowing that I have. This is a perfect time, she tells me. Well, I may be a god, but she's a pest! A relentless, resourceful pest. Did I mention relentless? Well, it bears repeating. So, whipped, I entered NaNoWriMo and am some 3000 words into a sequel of Courtesan.
Other authors: take note and beware the persistent character! Better, perhaps, to kill them off early.
I, however, will have the last laugh. (I hope.) Her new book (working title:
Not With A Whimper) will be her last. I have my answer to Jaswinder—finally. Unfortunately, my answer to Jaswinder is Colleen, who has started berating me for not telling her tale, like I promised to.
There is no rest for the wicked.
Courtesan: read the sample!