The Great Daffodil Escape: Misha Herwin
I’m not a fan of spring. I find the light too clear and too cold. It picks up all the smears and smudges that should be best kept hidden and pricks the conscience into spending time with mops and dusters instead of in my office writing.
The one thing that redeems the season is, to quote Wordsworth,
“A host, of golden daffodils…Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.”
In the part of the country where I live, you get swathes of golden blossom planted along roadsides, or on roundabouts, which never fail to lift the spirit on a grey blustery March morning.
This is the effect I wanted to reproduce in my own front garden, when I planted clusters of mini daffodil around the acer. Last autumn I snuggled the blubs around the tree secure in the knowledge that come spring I would have my own sweep of yellow to cheer me up.
But it hasn’t quite worked out that way.
Admittedly the bed in which I planted them sloped towards the drive, but I certainly didn’t expect my daffodils to attempt a breakaway dash downhill. Nor did I think that any brave blossom would find its way out beyond the restraining stone border.
I’m still puzzling exactly how the daffodils managed their escape, but it did occur to me that this attempt at freedom can be compared to writing a book.
Like the original planting of my flower bed, I begin with a plan. I have a chapter by chapter break down of the story and a fairly good idea of where and when it will be set.
At that point my characters will make a break for freedom and set off on their own path.
“City of Secrets” was always going to begin with Letty Parker sitting on the quayside worrying about the disappearance of her friends. However, her Bristol was going to be a real place. Set in Victorian times the street children, who go missing, would be working as chimneysweeps, seamstresses, glass and nail makers and in the tin mines.
But somehow that was working. I’d begun the research, but it felt too dry, too polemical. What was missing was that element of magic and fantasy that kept intruding into Letty’s life and which was to develop into Gabriel. Her friend and protector, he is also one the Dark Ones, who view humanity as inferior beings to be used and exploited in their quest for power.
Like the daffodil the story had slipped under the barrier I had erected and taken a new and more effective turn.