WOSSNAME - CORRECTION OF ERROR IN PART 2 OF DECEMBER ISSUE
- (THE FOLLOWING PARAGRAPHS WERE OMITTED FROM THE
INTERVIEW TEXT IN PART 2 NUMBER 4 IN THE CURRENT ISSUE)
TP: Well, spin-offs tend to... spin off, without any long-term
planning. Like the DW stamps, for example; they began as
a joke for the core fans. And suddenly philatelists around
the world are collecting them.
There are no plans for any more stuff, but I've no problem with
AN: DW spin-off stuff has generally managed to avoid being
rubbish, so far. Which is quite a feat, considering how much there
is. Is Where's My Cow? another one that just sort of happened?
TP: More or less. My editor loved the WMC? sequences in Thud!
So much that she said "We ought to publish this as a real book!"
So we did, after I'd expanded it a bit. Melvyn Grant got the pictures
spot on. I think it's a gem.
I don't think of things like WMC? and the diaries and maps as spin-off,
really. They're all part of the whole thing.
AN: When you first started writing, did you ever imagine that people
would take your work and do so much stuff with it? Plays, maps,
guides, quizbooks, boardgames and so forth?
TP: When I first started writing I didn't think there'd even be a published
AN: Did it come as quite a shock, then, when Discworld took off the way
TP: Not in the way you'd think. It didn't take off with a bang, but there
a thirty-month period towards the end of the '80s when the sales were
really building, and that was quite heady. I remember sitting in this nice
cabin in a 747 over the Pacific en-route to a tour of Australia and New
Zealand and thinking "What happened?" But it was all kind of quiet,
like it was all some big secret shared with the readers; I didn't get
much non-genre media until I'd topped the bestseller lists a few times.
Since I wasn't in the papers, people didn't know what I looked like;
I remember turning up at one mall signing by myself, walking up to
the front of the huge queue, and being stopped by a member of staff
and told to go to the end. So I did, and started signing for the last guy.
Oh, how we laughed.
AN: Can you see yourself writing more sci-fi in future, or does it no
longer interest you?
TP: No, it's just that the things I want to do right now -- finish
Wintersmith and get on with Unseen Academicals and Scouting for
Trolls -- aren't SF.
AN: Wintersmith, as I'll point out here for anyone who doesn't know,
is the next Tiffany Aching novel. Do you plan to keep this series
running, or will it be a trilogy after the fashion of the Johnny Maxwell
TP: It will go to four, maybe five. But Johnny, by hallowed children's book
practice, can stay the same age. Tiffany is growing up.
AN: Is there anything more you can tell us about Unseen Academicals
and Scouting for Trolls?
AN: Ach. Tease. Well, I've taken up more than enough of your time.
So, just to finish, here are a couple of questions that I can blame
other people for.
In fact, no, I'm not going to ask you that one, it's too dreadful.
Big Tony, who may or may not have Mafia connections, wants to know
how on earth you attempt to perform Death's voice when you do readings.
TP: I don't do voices per se except for Nobby and Fred Colon, sometimes.
AN: Along with, oh, everyone else, he'd also like to know how those
carnivorous plants are getting along.
TP: Oh dear. And you were doing so well up till now.
AN: See, it was that or "If you could fight any one other author..."
But it's too late. Terry has already risen from his chair. Smiling
enigmatically, he turns, making for the inky shadows at the far
end of this ill-lit warehouse. His left hand rises briefly over his head,
then slices downward in a swift chopping motion. The ground
spontaneously erupts, verdant roots boiling from the earth like
the tentacles of some landlocked Kraken. Pinned in the embrace
of a botanical nightmare, I can dimly make out the distant figure of
the author as he mounts the neck of an enormous Venus flytrap,
which takes off into the night with a sudden, terrifying burst of speed.
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