Back in the days of my first books, I often wrote with a specific theme in mind or at least an idea of what I wanted to say with that book. A pretty terrible idea especially for a new writer without much of a clue what they were doing. It’s half the reason those books were so very awful and will never see the light of day. It wasn’t until I decided to just roll with an idea and a character (maybe six books in) that things began to fall into place. These days, I more often than not need a rough outline to go with the idea and character. I love the idea of literally making it up as I go, but I’m not one of those writers, sadly. I get lost and bogged down in sideplots that go nowhere. The resulting book is never any good, so I tend to use my outline as a loose map to keep things moving. And I don’t give a toss about themes.
That’s probably an odd thing to say for a post with this title, but it’s true. Themes are for writers who think they have something to say about the human condition. I’m just here to see how much shit I can put my characters through and then see who’s left standing by the end. That isn’t to say that themes don’t emerge or came to their own dark life. Most of the time, I don’t notice them until the rewrites and fresh drafts so they’re usually a surprise. With The Ninth Circle, I set out to see what would happen to a young couple caught in the middle of the apocalypse along with the supernatural. As I’ve mentioned, I wanted the small scale of a village setting rather than city backdrop because I wanted to really get into the finer details of the situation and have a snapshot of what might be happening on a global scale. The themes came in their own way.
Grief over losing a parent; attempting to reconnect with a childhood and a past because of that grief; a very British mentality unique to village life; survival and nothing but; who we are at the end versus who we believe we are.
Who we want to be.
I lost my dad about five years ago and while my reaction was different to Sam’s in the book, I suppose I could have gone in the same direction of wanting to reconnect to a past when he was still here. Thankfully for me, I didn’t, but that possibility is what the supernatural forces in the book utilise. Or exploit. Ditto Sam and the rest of the survivors with their human need to keep everyone alive and not leave anyone behind. Something else for the bad guys to exploit. I think that’s the key point of this book and the main reason I write this kind of thing. When we’re faced with the worst, we’re often at our best. Sam and the others are desperate to stay alive but they’re also desperate to do their best because there’s nothing left if they fail. The world might be gone. All they have left is each other. They lose that, they lose themselves.
That’s the key theme of The Ninth Circle and the key to more or less everything I write. Not a theme I ever give much thought and certainly not one I debated before writing a single word of the book. But it’s there on the page. In the panic. In the fear.
In the burning down.