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Two weeks & counting…

10 Sunday Sep 2017

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Island Life, Word Birds & Process

It is in fact less than two weeks. It’s eleven days. If I appear calm, dear reader, do not be fooled. This stuff never gets ordinary.

Your moment of SNOW SISTERS snippet.

“The sun starts its slide, falling away into another sea: underworld and oystercatchers and a mackerel sky…
Looking at her hands, she floats in the heat. Blue flowers sprout from her fingers, trail across the snow white paper.
I knew one day I’d be gone too long to go back…”

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SNOW SISTERS ~ 21 September 2017
From Honno, the Welsh Women’s Press

Three weeks & counting…

03 Sunday Sep 2017

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If it’s Sunday, it must be ‘snippet’ day…

From SNOW SISTERS

Verity opened her eyes with a start.
Slipping out of bed she opened the curtains on an unblemished landscape, a vast unbroken expanse of brilliant white. On the other side of the glass the sky split open like a pillow, white feathers falling through the air; an unexpected interlude as April played her most audacious trick. The branches of the trees were heavy with snow. Everything appeared twice its normal size. A pale sun washed the garden in a silent light.
She opened the window, dislodged the snow on the sill, watched as it thudded to the ground. A snowflake landed on her open palm. As it dissolved she imagined it under her skin; starlight in her veins.

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SNOW SISTERS ~ 21 September 2017
From Honno, the Welsh Women’s Press      

Four weeks & counting…

27 Sunday Aug 2017

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SNOW SISTERS
Your latest sneak preview…

It started with a single blue poppy.
One day in 1940, honeymooning in Wales for a precious weekend, Mared Pryce had gone to town in search of something special to cook for her new husband. Passing a chapel, she noticed a blue poppy growing between the cracks in the pavement.
‘In the middle of the day in summer, town’s full of people. I wasn’t daft enough to pull up a plant outside a chapel and risk the disapproval of whatever god-bothering flower arrangers might be on duty.’
‘But you went back.’ Meredith snuggled in, knowing what came next.
‘I certainly did,
cariad; under cover of darkness.’
‘Like a spy!’
‘Like a thief in the night!’
She took the poppy without a second thought. There wasn’t the slightest trace of fear in her; Mared, a veteran of war-time London, hadn’t been afraid of anything and other than losing her faculties, she still wasn’t.
  

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SNOW SISTERS ~ 21 September 2017
From Honno, the Welsh Women’s Press                                       

Five weeks & counting…

20 Sunday Aug 2017

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Time flies when you’re excited… Here’s another small snippet from Snow Sisters for you…

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Rounding the edge of the building, I halt in my tracks.
   Close to the wall, a vast gunnera has taken root threatening to undermine the foundations of the house. Behind it, half hidden and jutting from the wall, the semi-circular, once elegant iron-framed conservatory – never in the best state of repair – is now covered in a green patina. Russian ivy creeps across the roof. Beneath an ornate porch, the rusting door stands slightly ajar. Through the filthy panes of glass, the shadow of more vegetation looms.
   There is a wild flapping as a bird hurtles through the gap in the door. Instinctively, I raise my hand. The bird knows its business and in a moment is gone.
   Behind me, rain begins to fall, the fine horizontal kind that soaks through to a person’s skin and leaves them shivering.
How very Welsh…

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21 September 2017
From Honno, the Welsh Women’s Press

Six weeks & counting…

13 Sunday Aug 2017

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‘Six’ weeks isn’t strictly true. It’s six minus three days – a lot of traditionally published books come out on a Thursday but as Sunday is ‘traditionally’ my social media day, for the next few weeks, technically I shall mostly be lying…

My Snow Sisters are waiting in the wings… The cover reveal is so close I can smell it…

“With a flourish she opened the lid, to reveal a sewing box lined with brittle blue paper… In each of the sections lay a collection of sewing aids…”  
    
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Six weeks to publication!
21 September 2017.
From Honno – the Welsh Women’s Press

 

Early morning bird dances

06 Sunday Aug 2017

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Island Life, Word Birds & Process

This weekend I visited a dear friend I haven’t seen for years.

Waking early,  dressing & wandering in the dewy garden by myself, slowly, committing it to memory, without the camera this time. Accompanied by the most patient of dogs, dogged in her belief that at some point I will come to my senses & finally throw the ball.

Meandering back, sitting on the patio, writing down my impressions.

Another island, this one made of calm delight held between curtains of trees which part here & there to reveal a sliver of estuary. The cry of a young kite – early morning indignant on his favourite high branch, waiting for a parent to bring breakfast. Faint thunder & a slight fall of rain – there is shelter & another place to sit & still observe.

Everywhere, there are flowers. My friend, who lays her passion on this garden, told me she has moved to ‘paradise.’ (She smiled when she said this, slightly mocking herself for a moment’s fancy.) She’s right though – paradise is here on earth, in an abundance of wild beauty made of trees & butterflies & the sound of water. Paradise is the scent of morning rain & small birds feeding; a pile of seasoned logs ready for autumn drawing-in evenings. It’s in the air, in each sweet bloom & I look out toward the sea & breathe it in…

On a whim, the young kite calls, swoops, joyfully showing off: across my line of sight, up into another tree, making me wait. Because it will be worth it & he has dancy words for me. Up again & round in a drifting circle. I watch him against clotted cloud chasing blue, my breath caught.

As he lands again I tuck the moment away, along with a stolen sweet-pea flower & a feather, between the pages of my notebook, for a pressed & tangible memory…

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Countdown to publication – Snow Sisters

03 Thursday Aug 2017

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It’s seven weeks until my second novel, Snow Sisters, is published by Honno, the Welsh Women’s Press. With the lovely cover still under wraps, here’s a taster…

“Verity and Meredith live with their fragile mother, Allegra in an old house overlooking the west Wales coast. Gull House is their haven. It also groans with the weight of its dark past. When Meredith discovers an old sewing box in an attic and a collection of hand-stitched red flannel hearts, she unwittingly wakes up the ghost of Angharad, a Victorian child-woman harbouring a horrific secret. As Angharad gradually reveals her story to Meredith, her more pragmatic sister remains sceptical until Verity sees the ghost for herself on the eve of an unseasonal April snowstorm. Forced by Allegra to abandon Gull House for London, Meredith struggles. Still haunted by Angharad and her unfinished story, hurt by what she sees as Verity’s acquiescence to their mother’s selfishness, Meredith drifts into a world of her own. And Verity isn’t sure she will be able to save her…”

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Not nepotism

30 Sunday Jul 2017

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Island Life, Word Birds & Process

Last year it was loudly promulgated, by the few who can never resist, that nominations for the Guardian’s Not the Booker Prize were largely the result of in-house publishing/author nepotism. There’s a trickle this year too and it’s silly. Occasional irresponsible lapses notwithstanding, the idea that I would nominate a book by one of my sister Honno authors just because she’s published by Honno makes me itch.

I nominated Not Thomas by Sara Gethin before I realised other people had. As a single nomination secures a place on the NTBP longlist and other people had already picked everyone else on my list I tried to ‘cancel’ my vote (you can’t delete it), spread my net wider and nominate See What I Have Done by Sarah Schmidt and The Roanoke Girls by Amy Engels both of which I adored. (I don’t know either of these authors so no one can accuse me of bias.)

In truth, I wouldn’t care if they did. Not Thomas was top of my list purely because it’s a beautiful book: an extraordinary story which deserves to win prizes. There was no partiality. I simply love the book and I’m proud to be published by a press with such discerning taste!

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My list of possible nominations included Su Bristow’s exquisite Sealskin
and Maria in the Moon by Louise Beech, both published by Orenda Books a publishing house for which I have a huge regard. Each of these authors has endorsed my forthcoming novel, Snow Sisters. Does that make my choices in some way reciprocal back-scratching? The Wild Air by Rebecca Mascull was on my list too – she gave me a wonderful quote for my first novel, Ghostbird. Does that constitute some form of sycophantic favouritism? Not in my view. All it means is I’m fortunate to know a bunch of brilliant, generous writers!

Pish and twaddle, frankly. And all things in my world being eminently equal – the very best of luck to everyone nominated for this fun prize. In particular, my favourites!

Book review – The House with Old Furniture

26 Wednesday Jul 2017

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The House with Old furniture is a recent release by Helen Lewis from Honno, the Welsh Women’s Press. I only review books I like a lot. I like this book a lot & make no apology for promoting a debut novel from my own publisher.

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This is an accomplished debut – the writing flows and the narrative never lets up. It’s a pretty book too – each chapter heading is decorated with facsimiles of old recipe books and an old-fashioned font. Sadly, that’s as far as the pretty goes.

Do we go mad or are we driven mad? In The House with Old Furniture by Helen Lewis the question is moot.

Evie and Finn are instantly placed: each one grieving for the loss of Jesse – a son and brother respectively. Killed in a shocking gang-related incident, Jesse’s ghost follows his distraught mother and lost little brother as they are forced into moving from London to Wales by his father, Andrew, easily the most arrogant and obnoxious character I’ve encountered in a very long time.

Evie is utterly broken by her son’s death, grieving almost to the point of inarticulacy, but even when she does speak, no one listens. No one listens to Finn either. As they attempt to settle into Pengarrow, an ancient house in Wales, it slowly dawns on Evie that Alys, the woman cooking in the kitchen, isn’t quite who she first appears to be. Evie finds common cause with ephemeral Alys, the author of an old book filled with recipes, reminders and remedies; notes, letters and clues. A book containing her life. Alys also has a son, fearful Nye who reminds both Evie and Finn of Jesse. The unfolding horror of the parallel ghost story slinks like a snake between the cracks of Evie’s grief-stricken mind and Finn’s growing confusion.

Vile, weak Andrew and his monstrous parents make Evie’s life hell on earth. Isolated in more than her desperate sorrow she is ‘unincluded’ rendering her inadequate and a target for people who ought to be caring for her but who have shocking agendas of their own.

If Andrew is the nastiest character I’ve ever encountered, Evie has to be the most tragic: poor, sad Evie, left with ‘all the things I should’ve thrown out and nothing we really need.’ Ten year-old Finn will break your heart; Evie will take the pieces and crush them. The ending is a stunner. It’s brutal and even though it left a space I didn’t know how to fill, and at first I thought I didn’t like that, after a few days I realised what makes this book special is the author’s absolute and unequivocal honesty. Which meant I could decide that after all, I loved it.

As Evie says, close to the end, when she and Alys raise a glass, “Now you’re talking; dirty, lying, scheming, cheating bastards…”

Interview with Judith Barrow

16 Sunday Jul 2017

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As part of her series of Author & Poet Interviews for the upcoming Narberth Book Fair, one of the events organisers, the wondrous Judith Barrow, invited me. Having failed at the re-blogging, I’ve copied it.

Our author today is the ever ebullient and friendly fellow Honno author, Carol Lovekin.

Carol Lovekin

Let’s start by you telling us why you write, please, Carol.

Because I can’t play the piano is the glib answer. The truth is simpler: I love it. I’m me when I write. The person it took me years to become. And reading books made me want to write them. I can’t say I have huge ambitions (other than winning the Bailey’s Women’s Prize, obvs.) I write because it makes me happy.

What do you love most about the writing process?
The unfolding of the story. How it emerges as a spark, a ‘What if?’ moment and unfolds into an outline and a plot. I love the way characters make themselves known to me. It’s like meeting new friends, people I had no idea existed. And I’m addicted to editing.

What is your work schedule like when you’re writing?
I’m a lark and awake with the birds. I often handwrite in bed over a cup of tea. Random ideas, scenes and vignettes for my current story, for the next one and quite often the one I’m planning down the line. Each story has its own notebook. My aim is to be at my desk, working on my current story no later than ten o’clock. If I’m feeling particularly creative – down and deep with my story – it’s often a lot earlier. Word count is of no concern to me – showing up is what matters.

What do you think makes a good story?
Characters who endear themselves to me on the first page; perhaps shock me. So long as they make me want to find out more. A quality writing style that draws me in. I don’t mind simple stories – a sense of place is as important to me as a convoluted plot. That said, I’m a sucker for a twist that takes my breath away.

How many books have you written? Which is your favourite?
Two. (The ones in the metaphorical dusty drawer don’t count.) Asking me to pick a favourite is a borderline Sophie’s Choice scenario, Judith! Ghostbird because it was the book that validated me as a writer. Snow Sisters because it proves I’m not a one-trick pony!

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I love this cover

What genre do you consider your books? Have you considered writing in another genre?
I call them ghost stories laced with magic; contemporary fiction with a trace of mystery. My mentor, the lovely Janet Thomas, says they are family stories (with magic.) Which I guess is as good a description as any since, magical edges notwithstanding, they are firmly rooted in family relationships. I feel as if I’ve found my niche as a writer and have no plans to write in any other genre.

Could you tell us a bit about your most recent book and why it is a must-read?
Snow Sisters explores what can happen when an act of kindness, enacted by a child, offers the hope of redemption to a tragic ghost with a horrific secret. It’s also a story of love, exploring the ties that bind sisters. And the tragic ones that can destroy mothers and daughters.

In three words, can you describe your latest book?
Ghostly. Quirky. Welsh.

Does your book have a lesson? Moral?
I don’t trust morality! Perhaps: Listen to your grandmother for she is wiser than Yoda?

Do your characters seem to hijack the story or do you feel like you have the reins of the story?
Regularly. I’ve come to the conclusion it’s some kind of Literary Law. At some point characters are required to run off into the wild wordy wood and we have no choice but to follow, more often than not without our breadcrumbs.

Do you have any hidden or uncommon talents?
I’m a trained ballet dancer.

What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?
Although I begin at the beginning, within less time than it takes for me to say, ‘Oh look, shiny!’ I’m off to the middle (anywhere, frankly) and I can be gone some time. I write entire scenes in isolation slotting them into the narrative as I go.

What do you like to do when you’re not writing?
I read, swim and walk. After writing and reading, swimming is the best thing ever. Each week I discuss writing with my talented friend and co-conspirator, Janey. We are the sole members of the smallest writing group in Wales.

What is the most amusing thing that has ever happened to you? Not particularly to do with your writing.
Meeting Margaret Atwood in the eighties made me smile for a week.

Give us a random fact about yourself.
I don’t like even numbers.

That was fun! Thanks, Judith!

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