The picture is one of many sketches of homeless people around Manchester City Centre. This was from the corner by the tram stop outside Debenhams. You could call it a study. I wouldn’t. Watercolour and pen on canvas board. These are lying around on the surfaces near my desk – the ones that haven’t been sent to the plastic wallets yet. It’s to do with ‘Store High in Transit,’ my last book.
Wonder sometimes how other authors get inside a character’s head. The only way is a kind of Method approach. Without reading ‘Store High in Transit’ this all means nothing. The protagonist – who I’ll just call the protagonist or else it’ll be like I’m talking about them behind their back – has found himself homeless and sketches with cheap art supplies from The Works. This isn’t one of them. It’s one of mine while I was trying to work out how the protagonist would paint, how he’d look at the half-conscious homeless man who wasn’t even asking for change or help. Just sitting there.
The tune: it began as a piano melody – just tinkering, the same way most of these things go. It reminds me of Seymour: An Introduction, for some reason. This one was remade again and again as a heavier guitar song with a three minute solo, then a folk-ish song with acoustic guitar and fiddle. In a few days, after some reading, some more fiddling, I’ll be starting work on my next book. More on that later, probably.