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paper-boatThis weekend, another writer pointed out to me that I hadn’t written a blog post in a long time.  A LONG time.  And my only excuse is that I’m editing.  And what can you say about editing that’s interesting?  People want news of ends and beginnings, “done’s” and “begun’s” and not so much about the middle.  Middles are process and not so newsworthy.  And sometimes the middles take a long, long time.

But, come to think of it, what is editing, anyway?  We bandy the term about, but what do we mean?  Sometimes we say we’re editing, because it’s a last draft and we’re looking at every word with a big red pen.  This is painful, picky editing, the last of the last of the drafts.  Sometimes we’re really rewriting, but saying editing sounds more “done”.  Edits can be structural, looking at the whole of the thing, or line-by-line, or sometimes it’s something in the middle, working through the elements of the novel one by one: character by character, plot, story arcs, details, time.  It can be very hard to edit everything all at once, but everything has to get edited, eventually.

Edits happen by standing back as well as by zooming in.  Edits happen, sometimes, with editors who help you see your book with fresh eyes.  Too many drafts and you can’t see the story for the words.  Editor-less, there are lots of books on self-editing.  I have quite a number on my shelves that I flip through, now and again, sure that I’m forgetting something crucial, something simple, some key that will turn the whole of the thing around in a snap.  Am I showing more than telling in the right places?  Is Chapter 1 the story’s beginning?  Are all the elements there and in the right place, in the right order?  Have I got to grips with this story I want to tell?

I’ve lost count of drafts I’ve done now, but it is a healthy stack.  I’m a messy writer, slapping rough drafts together, draft after draft.  I trained as a playwright and I still look at writing as if I’m building a chair or a boat.  At first, I only want it to hold together, to keep the water out.  I don’t worry about sanding or polishing it for a long time.  That’s just my process.  So, when I say editing I mean I’m very near the end.  Now, I’m looking at the whole of the thing, the boat that’s ready to leave the port.  And I’m also picking away at it with sandpaper, smoothing away bits I don’t need anymore or sanding away at transitions, easing it toward being a better read.  I’m now at the point when I’m checking the winds and the weather at sea.  Soon, I’ll set sail.  Soon. But until then, I’m editing.  If you’d like to talk more about editing, why not join me at the WhitLit Writers Day?



WhitWord Oct-Dec 2014 01_crp.img_assist_custom-320x213Did you know I have an author page on Facebook?  I’m more a Twitter girl, but for some things, only Facebook will do.  Here’s today’s link to my upcoming event with WhitWord, a brand new group for writers of Whitstable – and beyond!  We’ll be talking about writing, sure, but mostly about what makes a real difference.  Where to submit, who to talk to, how to get the help and support you need when you need it most.  No book is an island and no writer needs to feel alone.  Why not make a late new year writing resolution and join a writing group?

This new year…

IMG_4656This new year finds me getting over a head cold and gearing up to work on last year’s books.  (That’s so last year!)  It would be nice to have everything brand new with a brand new year, but lives aren’t like towels.  You can’t just buy new ones in the sale.  Some books take a long time to get right, as this stack of old drafts attests.  Last year was spent rewriting my second book – and some of this year will be spent the same.  That’s my lot.  But last year, I also finished the first draft of a new book – so many I’ll get two right this year.  Anything is possible.  Really.
I’m no resolution maker.  I like my life the way it is and I don’t need a new calendar or fancy app to tell me to get my patoot out of the chair and lace the trainers on.  Today, in particular, I need to tell myself to knuckle down, but I figure it’s part of the transitioning out of illness and crazy-making holidays and back to whatever normal is.  That’s my excuse, anyway.  It’s all I’ve got on a rainy January with my tepid cup of tea and to-do list.
There is something about January that makes us want to start new things – even when we know the work is to finish what’s already before us.  I’m going to be sitting in this chair and working on these pages until May, I reckon.  But once we get to May, I do predict a few changes.  And just like that, with a new deadline and the first marks made in a brand new calendar, the year begins to take shape.  Every day, a cup of tea and a fresh idea can change the world – well, our world, anyway:  our moods, our outlooks, our hopes, our dreams.  And with that, I’d better switch that kettle on.

Happy Holidays to you…

photoChestnuts roasting on my open Calor gas heater, fairy lights strung across a stack of old drafts.  Time to boil the kettle again and to wish you a Merry Christmas from the Blue House!

See you in the shiny New Year,


Great Reads

safe_image.php2014 was a great year for readers.  In today’s Huffington Post, author Hannah Beckerman asked 20 fellow writers – including me – for their favourite books of the year.  It’s quite a list – and my to-read list just skyrocketed! How about yours?

Authors Pick the Best Books of 2014:  Huffington Post


I’m a NaNo Winner!

Winner-2014-Web-BannerI hit my NaNoWriMo target last night – 50,000 words in 26 days.  Yowza! And the nice folks on the NaNoWriMo site even sent me this nifty badge as proof.  No, it isn’t a novel, as 50,000 words is about 30,000 too short.  No, it isn’t a first draft – the whole thing is pretty unreadable, doesn’t really hang together, and needs to be rewritten.  But what it is will help me to write the first draft – it’s 50,000 new words in a floor plan, with my first attempts to create scenes, explore the terrain, get the characters all talking.  This draft helps me see the shape of the thing that will be the first draft – and maybe the second draft is the one that will be readable.  A big thank you to NaNoWriMo for making November such fun – and a shout-out to the writers of Kent.  We’re having a write-in tomorrow and even though I’ve finished my 50K, it doesn’t mean I’m done writing.  Maybe I can hit 55K before the month is done!

To NaNo or Not

flame-typewriter-smEvery October in a writer’s life, there is one decision that must be made – and it has nothing to do with candy corn.  It comes with the knowledge that, post-Hallowe’en, the November ritual known as NaNoWriMo or National Novel Writing Month is looming large.  Every October up to now, I have decided I would prefer not to.  Most years, I’m trying to slow myself down, but this year, I’ve signed up, good and proper.  I want to feel like my keyboard is on fire!

Why the change?  I feel like I’ve been rewriting my second book forever, a slow and painstaking process.  Now, while its fate is in the lap of the gods, I want to crash into my third book; partly to distract myself from worrying about the second book, partly to remind myself that I am a writer, not only a rewriter.  For me, writing this marathon will feel a bit like running – and while I am unlikely to ever run one of those, I feel the need for speed, exertion, the simple exhaustion that will allow me to outrun my own fear of finishing, of completing and editing, and bring back the simple joys of starting something new and writing my heart out, without consequence.

You cannot write a novel in a month.  That is the first misconception about NaNoWriMo.  The goal is to write 50K in one calendar month, secure in the knowledge that 50K is not actually a novel and that the words will be dreadful.  We are aiming for a quick and dirty first draft, nothing more.  We want to spit the words out before our editor heads can stop us.  Realistically, I won’t finish the first draft until sometime in January, but cranking out 50,000 words, or however I manage, will be a great start with some great company – all the other marathon writers, banging away at their own lonesome desks.

It’s not too late to sign up.  And if you do, why not add me as a writing buddy?  But quick – the race starts tomorrow!

A Chat with Lloyd Paige on old books & new

Screen Shot 2014-09-02 at 16.04.00Today, I’m very pleased to be on Lloyd Paige’s website, a marvellous book blog for news, book reviews, and author interviews.  In our chat, we talk about writing and rewriting, the creation of Amity & Sorrow, and the looooong process of finishing my second book.  Please give Lloyd a visit & have a read!

Struwwelpeter – Heinrich Hoffmann / Struwwelhitler – Dr Schrecklichkeit


I was just reading Struwwelhitler today. Lovely picture of the Shock-headed Peter fountain!

Originally posted on Lizzy's Literary Life:

One of the wonders of bookwormery is the sometimes surprising journey of discovery.  One book leads to another and suddenly a whole new world emerges.   So it was as I read Clare Dudman’s 98 Reasons for Being, an historical novel about Dr Heinrich Hoffmann, a Frankfurt psychiatrist and author of what some call “the most famous children’s book on earth” – one I’d never heard of! Utterly incredible given that I lived in Frankfurt am Main for 8 years. OK – I was young and single and not at all child-oriented at that stage.  But how many times had I walked past the Struwwelpeter fountain on the Hauptwache and not even asked what all the strange figures on it were?  (If fact, just how long has that fountain been there?  Did I really not register it for 8 years?)

Struwwelpeter Fountain, Frankfurt am Main - By sabine0301 on flikr)

Hoffmann wrote and illustrated Struwwelpeter  (Shock-headed Peter) in 1844 because…

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What I learned at Yaddo…

IMG_3593This spring, I was fortunate enough to be offered a five week residency at Yaddo, an artists’ community and little slice of heaven set onto 400 acres of woods in upper state New York.  Built by the Trask family, wealthy financiers with no surviving heirs, it was left to provide time and space to every kind of artist, from writers and composers to visual and performance artists.  Yaddo is fiercely private, which helps the community and protects the work while it happens, but an archive does exist at the New York Public Library, where you can learn more about its history.

During my residency, I had a lovely bedroom with an adjoining study, both with windows looking out onto a ring of pine trees.  One of the very first mornings, I flung the curtains back to find five white tailed deer looking up at me.  We studied one another for a few moments until they turned, tails upright, and ran.  Magical things happen all the time at Yaddo.  And some of the magic is how Yaddo changes you.  Now, one month after leaving my little house in the woods, I found a list that I made in my notebook, all the things I was learning:

1.  You can work much harder and longer than you think you can.   With no distractions and no sense of real life, the whole of your day is for writing and thinking and reading.  I often worked 14 hour days and thought nothing of it – until I stood up.  Eventually, you have to stand up.

2.  The more you sit, the more you need to move – and probably further than the kettle.  Yaddo taught me you can run, even if you think you can’t.    Surrounded by woods, I was determined to experience them.  I used my precious library time to download a running app that promised to get me from “couch to 5K”.  I ran in my yoga clothes through the woods as the seasons changed.  Snow stood on the ground, melted, became topped up by more falling snow.  Suddenly, buds appeared out of nowhere, even as my knees complained.  My ankles swelled alarmingly, but after 5 weeks of running around and around the lovely lakes, I found I couldn’t stop.  I didn’t want to.  I still don’t.

3.  If you run alone and work alone, you should also spend some time with humans.  Yaddo dinners are communal, taken around a giant table in the dining room of the Trask mansion.  You might think you want to be silent – and there is a silent table available – but it is good to remind yourself that you are part of a community.  When I arrived, there were 9 of us, with snow still on the ground.  When I left, there were 35 and the numbers were still growing.  It is good to come together, once a day, with all the others who are working as hard as you are.

4.  Sometimes, you will go a little mad.  Make room for crazy encounters.  Go with the flow.  Spin ancient LPs on turntables and say yes to company, to dancing and bourbon, now and again.  You know what they say about all work and no play, don’t you?

5.  You don’t need internet access for your work, even when you think you do.  At Yaddo, the only modems are in the Library and you have to get up and go to it in order to get on line.  Limiting access to the internet really does work wonders.  In my work space, I could just about get a signal if I stood on a chair and waved my arms.  It even made the deer stare.  I learned to make notes on what I needed to look up, when I did go to the library, and often found that I didn’t actually need the answer once I got there.  It made it that much harder to tweet or email or blog – but it was that much nicer to take a break from all of that.  I disappeared for 5 weeks and the world didn’t end.

6.  Chipmunks are very small.  I thought they were as big as Donald Duck, but they are tiny, much smaller than rats, with beautiful fur that lets them hide on tree trunks.  Groundhogs hide on tree trunks, too, though much less successfully.  Whenever they see a human, gasping her way down a trail in the woods, they climb the nearest tree and stare at you as if to tell you to hurry up.

7.  Even in heaven, the writing is hard.  Even in the best study at the best desk with the best working conditions imaginable, the writing will want to play hide-and-seek with you.  It is still just you and the page, wherever you are.  You have to keep writing anyway.

8.  All artists are the same, whatever the practice, whatever the medium.  The work is hard for everybody, but advice and solutions can cross disciplines with great ease.  Talking with visual artists reminded me that sometimes we don’t know what we’re making, even as we’re making.  We have to keep looking from new angles and remember to change tools or approaches if something is stuck.  Composers and dancers reminded me about tempo, volume, pace and effect.  Poets and photographers reminded me about the specificity of words and the value of observation and wonder.  And, of course, the other wonderful writers there reminded me of all the ways a story can be told, all the ways in and through.  There is no one way to do anything.

9.  Artists support one another.  Many evenings at Yaddo, artists share their work by opening studios, reading chapters, showing films or playing compositions.  Attendance is not mandatory, Yaddo is quick to say, but most feel that they want to participate, to understand who is there and what they’re doing.  Across all disciplines, I had serious and supportive feedback to my work.  I hope I was able to offer the same.  A community of like minded souls is important, whatever the discipline, and I took away as much from non-writers as I did from poets and novelists.  Having someone take your work seriously feeds the work, wherever you are with it.

10.  Yaddo is imbued with ghosts:  ghosts of four children who didn’t survive to inherit a mansion; ghosts of artists who have lived and worked there; ghosts of artists still living and working, who last worked in the chair you sit in, who stared at the walls as hard as you.  They are all still there, at Yaddo, haunting the rooms, living in the pages of the books they leave behind, the Yaddo library filled with Yaddo writers:  Sylvia Plath, Ted Hughes, Katherine Anne Porter, Carson McCullers, Truman Capote, Flannery O’Connor, etc. etc.  The ghosts of hope and desire and ambition are there, in every house, urging you on.  Now, I will be one of their ghosts.  My book is there on one of its shelves, living as long as paper can.

There are other things I still need to learn.  How can I guard my time and my process with the same generosity of spirit that the Corporation of Yaddo does?  How can I keep the clarity and focus, even when I’m not on retreat?  How can we make room for ghosts in our own homes, so that we can feel a part of this community that existed long before us, that will exist beyond us, all the words and stories and images and thoughts and wants and wishes, so that we will always belong to it, even when we are all alone?

Well, I was longer in Yaddo than I’ve been away from it, for another week or so more.  I still have plenty of time to learn.  My grateful thanks to the Corporation of Yaddo for the gift of time, space, and confidence.  I finished my second novel at Yaddo.  I can hear the ghosts cheering, even from here.


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