I've Killed My Darling
Doux aveu! Ce tendre langage from Guillaume Tell by Rossini
I’d chosen The Vienna Dossier as a working title at the last moment, without giving any real thought to the plot. I enjoyed not knowing, as I was able to build up the tension making the dossier more and more mysterious as I postponed the moment when its content would be revealed. I woke up this morning with a flash of inspiration as to what the Vienna Dossier might be and raced ahead to produce a couple of thousand words, words that have now gone in the bin. They read like a bad fusion of Enid Blyton (Five go to Vienna) and Dan Brown, without the potential of 80m sales. I have now reverted to the idea that we are not going to find out what all this is about until the end. That way, I can continue with the suspense and intrigue without the lashings of ginger beer.
I’ve been listening to Guillame Tell as background accompaniment, acting as a reminder that I’m trying to produce a work of great literature and not a plot where the characters are galloping through the coincidences like the Lone Ranger and Tonto.
