More about my story

Sometimes it’s not so much about the main characters, it’s the extras, any one of which could steal the show…

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In every story, TV series, and movie, there is always a character who sometimes inadvertently steals the show, or at the very least, every scene he or she is in.

It could be a cute dog.  I’ve seen a few of those.

I had a cat, his name was Chester, and he was a proverbial pain in the butt.  I still write him into stories because his antics were high jinks.  He could look at you, and you would swear you knew exactly what he was thinking, and it wasn’t complimentary.

Every now and then, I get the chance to add a character, generally someone I knew or saw, a cameo.

In this story, it’s the woman in white, though she gets to play a genuine role in the end, all the way through, she crops up at the least expected time to add a little humour and distraction for the main protagonist.

Just like the Inspector, Delacrat.  He doesn’t need to be there all the time; he just needs to be on the mind of the protagonist, making sure that he keeps his mind on the job.  A few mind games along the way help.

Then there’s Fitzherbert, an aver the top politician, not a man who has the refinement and learning of a university student, but a rough and tumble ex-union organiser who is more at home making noise rather than using diplomacy.

We have, in Australia, a comedian who died recently, but had created as one of the many caricatures of gregarious quintessential Australian characters, named Sir Les Patterson.  He was, to my mind, horrible, but he was more life-like than anyone could imagine.  That was Fitzherbert.

There are others, and they might get a mention later on.