All Stories in the End ('Child' entry)
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who_contestTitle: All Stories in the End
Word Count: 470
Summary: Amelia Pond’s story ended in 1938, but Amelia Williams kept writing.
Warnings: None
Spoilers for ‘The Angels Take Manhatten’ and for the short Chris Chibnall-scripted animation, ‘P.S.’ (which, if you haven’t already seen it, is here). Detail on ‘Summer Falls’ comes from the e-book.
Editor's note: the manuscript to this novel was complete but unpublished at the time of Mrs Williams's death. Thanks to the efforts of her son Anthony, it is now possible to count The Last Centurion among the most nuanced of the author's mature works. The original foreword is reproduced below.
This was a book I never thought I’d write.
It wasn’t that the idea was too complicated for the readers I most enjoy writing for. I have always believed that no story really worth telling is too difficult for a child if you put enough thought into it. It’s the grown-ups who get everything confused later on. No; I hesitated because I didn’t know whether I was ready. I still don’t, but when you get to my age readiness takes a back seat to necessity.
There are two questions which are repeated more than any others in an author’s life, and neither of them have easy answers. The first is, Where Do You Get Your Ideas From? Rory and I used to joke that if interviewers paid us by the word for everything they asked, like magazines sometimes do their staff for everything they write, this one question would have taken care of our heating bills for good. Imagine being asked where your dreams come from. I didn’t choose them, but they are part of me, and all I can do when I describe them in print is hope that someone, somewhere, will understand.
Which brings me to the second question: Who Do You Write For? Simply to say “for my readers” isn’t enough for the grown-ups, you see: they think the reply has to be something the author’s been hiding, like a secret. If so, then mine is a rather badly kept secret.
Of course, my very first readers are grown-ups now too. But I like to think some of them remember the people they were in between, because that is how stories live; through words that gain new meaning at every stage of life, and are passed on to whoever comes after. It is my belief that there are and always will be children determined to create their own adventures, like Kate in Summer Falls; or in love with the myths of long-ago, like Dora in The Pandora Box; or fighting their private battles with the darkness under the stairs, like Arthur in The Night Thief of Ill-Harbour.
Over the years there were many grown-ups who helped me with what I had to say, and I can't possibly remember them by name here. The thank-yous to my various long-suffering editors can be found in the afterword.
So I will take this opportunity to mention three people in particular. The Last Centurion is dedicated to Melody, Anthony and Rory. You were worth the wait.
Amelia Williams
New York, 1989
Word Count: 470
Summary: Amelia Pond’s story ended in 1938, but Amelia Williams kept writing.
Warnings: None
Spoilers for ‘The Angels Take Manhatten’ and for the short Chris Chibnall-scripted animation, ‘P.S.’ (which, if you haven’t already seen it, is here). Detail on ‘Summer Falls’ comes from the e-book.
Editor's note: the manuscript to this novel was complete but unpublished at the time of Mrs Williams's death. Thanks to the efforts of her son Anthony, it is now possible to count The Last Centurion among the most nuanced of the author's mature works. The original foreword is reproduced below.
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This was a book I never thought I’d write.
It wasn’t that the idea was too complicated for the readers I most enjoy writing for. I have always believed that no story really worth telling is too difficult for a child if you put enough thought into it. It’s the grown-ups who get everything confused later on. No; I hesitated because I didn’t know whether I was ready. I still don’t, but when you get to my age readiness takes a back seat to necessity.
There are two questions which are repeated more than any others in an author’s life, and neither of them have easy answers. The first is, Where Do You Get Your Ideas From? Rory and I used to joke that if interviewers paid us by the word for everything they asked, like magazines sometimes do their staff for everything they write, this one question would have taken care of our heating bills for good. Imagine being asked where your dreams come from. I didn’t choose them, but they are part of me, and all I can do when I describe them in print is hope that someone, somewhere, will understand.
Which brings me to the second question: Who Do You Write For? Simply to say “for my readers” isn’t enough for the grown-ups, you see: they think the reply has to be something the author’s been hiding, like a secret. If so, then mine is a rather badly kept secret.
Of course, my very first readers are grown-ups now too. But I like to think some of them remember the people they were in between, because that is how stories live; through words that gain new meaning at every stage of life, and are passed on to whoever comes after. It is my belief that there are and always will be children determined to create their own adventures, like Kate in Summer Falls; or in love with the myths of long-ago, like Dora in The Pandora Box; or fighting their private battles with the darkness under the stairs, like Arthur in The Night Thief of Ill-Harbour.
Over the years there were many grown-ups who helped me with what I had to say, and I can't possibly remember them by name here. The thank-yous to my various long-suffering editors can be found in the afterword.
So I will take this opportunity to mention three people in particular. The Last Centurion is dedicated to Melody, Anthony and Rory. You were worth the wait.
Amelia Williams
New York, 1989
