Fate can be a bitch. And some things just can’t be foreseen. In my new novel, there is a song which plays an important role in the plot, as being a sepcial one sung between daughter and father before the latter passed away. And you know how, just sometimes, things turn out even more perfectly than you’d expected? I wrote a plot twist that I didn’t even realise was there until I was halfway through, and it became perhaps the pivital moment in Tiffany’s story.
I’ve never been so conflicted about anything, as really wanting England to win the Euros on Sunday, and dreading it happening, now that they seem to have adopted that song after winning. The last thing I need is for the emotional (imagined) resonance of the moment to be undercut with echoes of chanting drunk fans.
Can’t you just pick another song, I hear you say? That’s the problem, my serendipitous and wonderful plot twist relies on that specific song and its lyrics, so no, I can’t change it for anything else without re-writing what has become one of the central scenes, and losing a really perfect moment.
Why does the universe hate me so?
Stay safe,
Kit