The Source!

I am… The Source!

This is what a film lady informed me when phoning me up for views on a bit of a book that I couldn’t remember.  We’ll call the Film Lady… Zenobia, for her awesomeness.

“But Zenobia!” quoth I, “The thing you’re asking about… I’m not sure if I can remember.  I mean, I just about recall the character, and I vaguely recall the thing you’re describing, but other than that… it’s a bit fuzzy.”

“But you remember the book, right?”

“Oh yes, I remember the book, I mean, I wrote it, but it was a while back, and actually I think there’s an argument to be made for your question actually being an insightful analysis of a gaping plot hole, rather than a casual inquiry about something you may have missed in a 4pt endnote…”

“But Kate!  You can still answer the question, right?  I mean, it is your book…”

“Oh.  Okay.  Sure.  I can answer the question.  Do you mind if I make it up, a bit, though, ‘cos I’m fairly sure the answer never got written down in any published text…?”

“Of course you can!  You are… The Source!”

Cool!  I hadn’t thought about it that way before, but yes!  Now that you point it out, Zenobia, I can!  I am permitted to take a gaping plot hole and plug it retrospectively.  I can grab minor characters who died one paragraph into their lives, and create a whole back story.  Was there a sentence that trailed off meaningfully before it could….

… why then, only I have the secret of how it really ended!  Did a sentence hint at a whole political backstory, was there a political faction meant who sounded kinda groovy but never grew into much?  Fear not!  I am the author of the Urban Magic books, there is a plan!  A whole world was made in my head which no one else found about, partially because I got distracted by more interesting things – gods and monsters and the fall of men, that sorta stuff – but mostly!  Mostly because there’s only so many words on the page and frankly, who has the time to elaborate on the history of the Seven Sisters and the science of warlocks when there’s so much stuff going wrong in the lives of my main characters?  Yet now it turns out, I have that power.  I feel like someone from the Matrix.  I feel a little bit giddy, a tiny touch power-crazed, the urge to giggle hysterically is welling up inside.  I am… The Source.