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Transition & a Year in Books

29 Tuesday Dec 2015

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Book List 2015

,The time between the final proofs and the publication of a book is one of transition. Other than waiting for the cover reveal, there’s little for the author to do. Add the Christmas holiday into the mix and for me, the experience has become a dreamscape.

I’m filling the time with the usual: seasonal lurgy, festive fun, twiddling thumbs; first draft of next story. And filling in 2016 dates in my new desk diary: birthdays, MOT renewal, publication date (*Grin*) and so forth. In my personal diary I’ve listed the books I read throughout the year. For no other reason than I used to do it on Live Journal, I’m going to post them here.

Several of the later books are by writers I have come to know and admire via social media. It’s a continuing joy!

(Anything marked with an asterisk* is a reread)

  1. H is for Hawk – Helen MacDonald
  2. Mapp & Lucia (Volume One) – E F Benson *
  3. The Snow Globe – Judith Kinghorn
  4. Night Waking – Sarah Moss
  5. Don’t Look Back – Karin Fossum
  6. When God Was a Rabbit – Sarah Winman *
  7. Mortal Love – Elizabeth Hand *
  8. Waking the Moon – Elizabeth Hand *
  9. We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves – Karen Joy Fowler
  10. Mitz – Sigrid Nunez
  11. Vanessa and Her Sister – Priya Parmar
  12. Howards End Is On The Landing – Susan Hill
  13. The Humans – Matt Haig
  14. Monday or Tuesday – Virginia Woolf
  15. Life After Life – Kate Atkinson
  16. Rough Music – Patrick Gale
  17. The Sense Of An Ending – Julian Barnes
  18. Suite Française –  Irène Némirovsky
  19. Dark Witch – Nora Roberts
  20. The Hundred Year Old Man Who Climbed Out Of The Window And Disappeared – Jonas Jonasson
  21. The River King – Alice Hoffman *
  22. Weird Sister – Kate Pullinger
  23. The Garden of Evening Mists – Tan Twan Eng
  24. The Ocean At The End Of The Lane – Neil Gaiman *
  25. Orkney – Amy Sackville *
  26. The Children’s Book – A S Byatt *
  27. Elizabeth is Missing – Emma Healey
  28. The Color of Secrets – Lindsay Ashford
  29. The Enchanted April – Elizabeth Von Arnim *
  30. A Kind Man – Susan Hill
  31. The Man In The Picture – Susan Hill
  32. Jane Eyre – Charlotte Brontë *
  33. Landed – Tim Pears
  34. On Green Dolphin Street – Sebastian Faulks
  35. Fraud – Anita Brookner
  36. Little Bits of Baby – Patrick Gale
  37. Stonemouth – Iain Banks
  38. The Various – Steve Angarde
  39. The Stranger’s Child – Alan Hollinghurst
  40. The Goldfinch – Donna Tartt
  41. The Mysteries of Glass – Sue Gee *
  42. Legacy of Love – Caroline Harvey
  43. Howards End – E M Forster *
  44. Pattern of Shadows – Judith Barrow
  45. We That Are Left – Juliet Greenwood
  46. Inshallah – Alys Einion
  47. Eden’s Garden – Juliet Greenwood *
  48. The Summer of Secrets – Sarah Jasmon
  49. The Snow Child – Eowyn Ivey
  50. In the Kingdom of Mists – Jane Jakeman
  51. The Bolter – Frances Osborne
  52. The Kiss of Death – Marcus Sedgwick
  53. Someone – Alice McDermott
  54. Twenty Thousand Streets Under the Sky – Patrick Hamilton *
  55. How To Be Brave – Louise Beech
  56. A Time For Silence – Thorne Moore
  57. Island of Lost Girls – Jennifer McMahon
  58. Roald Dahl’s Book of Ghost Stories
  59. The Almost Moon – Alice Sebold
  60. The Children Act – Ian McEwan
  61. Girl Interrupted – Susanna Kaysen
  62. Moments of Being – Virginia Woolf *
  63. Brooklyn – Colm Tóibín
  64. Wild Mary: A Life of Mary Wesley – Patrick Marnham *
  65. Ridley Road – Jo Bloom
  66. Seeking Carolina – Terri-Lynne DeFino
  67. A Sweet Obscurity – Patrick Gale
  68. Before the Fall – Juliet west
  69. Negotiating With The Dead – Margaret Atwood
  70. Carol – Patricia Highsmith *
  71. Talk of the Toun – Helen MacKinven
  72. The Orphan Choir – Sophie Hannah
  73. Her Fearful Symmetry _ Audrey Niffenegger *
  74. The Pure in Heart – Susan Hill
  75. The House of Eliot – Jean Marsh
  76. A Family Romance – Anita Brookner
  77. The Peppered Moth – Margaret Drabble
  78. Illumination Night – Alice Hoffman *
  79. The Night Watch – Sarah Waters … still reading this…
  80. A Writer’s Diary – Virginia Woolf (on-going,almost every day read…)

‘The author is the name on the books. I’m the other one.’ *

22 Sunday Nov 2015

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Author vs Writer, Quotations, Storyteller, Writing

Some kind person called me an author the other day and it felt decidedly odd. I’m a writer although more often than not I call myself a storyteller.

Writing is what I do, not ‘authoring.’ (Which must however be a thing otherwise spellcheck would have told me off.) Author is a construct, a passing conceit which I’m not altogether sure I understand. Writer is authentic. It describes a physical act made of pencil shavings and the tapping of a keyboard.

The idea that anyone would refer to me as an ‘author’ is genuinely bewildering. But maybe all writers have an alter-ego and once they get a publishing deal, that’s who it is. The Author – all fancy frock and no knickers vying for her place alongside the writer in her PJs.

I’m writing another book now. Back to the beginning, slightly more visible but nevertheless, on draft zero with only an idea and a hunger to do it all again. There can be no expectation, which makes it slightly scary. Maybe I do need a bit of  ‘author me’ if only to buoy my confidence.

And there’s a nice paradox here, which the discerning amongst you will have spotted. Who wrote this – the author or the writer?

I’m the storyteller.

Are you sitting comfortably?

*Margaret Atwood

Last words…

09 Monday Nov 2015

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Editing, Ghostbird

Serious editing is a serious business. Line editing takes serious to another level.

From the initial submission of Ghostbird (when it was called something else) to publication (on the near horizon) the past few weeks have presented me with the biggest learning curve of the entire process. Copy & line edits are mind-blowing in their complexity & ultimately, their usefulness. My lovely editor tells me not to worry now – we’re pretty much done & any remaining small issues will be picked up after the proofs come back. And yet still, I can’t resist one last read-through. It’s addictive.

Oh, look – another possibly misplaced comma…

I recall an article somewhere about Rules for Writers & editing. Some bright spark responded to the effect that having eliminated the prologue & the afterword, all repetition, adverbs, similes & metaphors, all references to the weather & people’s appearance, the bits a reader might skip & any exclamation marks, s/he was left with the title & a few commas. And the title wasn’t up to much either.

‘I know how s/he feels,’ averred the hazel-eyed, grey-haired author as she gazed appreciatively at the mist-laden, wind-swept, Avalonian vista which unfurled like a grey carpet across the window of her 1960’s jerry-built apartment block, reminiscent of Holloway prison but in fact, surprisingly bijou & charming inside. Flinging back her tousled, silvering locks she empathised knowingly, from afar, as her unknown, yet somehow, known fellow writer’s impassioned & dejected observations fell like tears around the faded keys of her ancient, but comfortingly familiar keyboard.
‘It was ever thus’ she cried forlornly. ‘So many grammatical errors & forays into useless & overblown verbiage, so little time!’

I think I learned to write a little better writing (& editing) this story.

Due Process

20 Tuesday Oct 2015

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Books, Dead Darlings, Editing, Editor, Ghostbird

I’m reading a book in which the main protagonist is a High Court Judge. The phrase, ‘due process’ struck me.

‘Process’ is one of those words writers struggle to find an alternative for. The other day, on Facebook, I called it a cliché before reminding myself that most clichés are true.

I’m currently line-editing my book, Ghostbird, a part of the process I’ve never before encountered. I knew about editing and proofreading (and the crucial difference between the two.) I knew what copy-editing was. And I understood the need to be edited. What I had no previous experience of was a professionally line-edited manuscript.

The reality of it took my breath away.

I opened the document and was hit in the face by a waterfall of highlighted, struck-through, underlined wordage, accompanied by ‘comments’ in assertive boxes.

One thing was clear. I wasn’t going to be allowed to get away with anything. Not if it wasn’t in the best interests of my story.

And breathe… Because that’s what you have to do. What I decided I had to do. Take a great big breath and knuckle down. In some ways, it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done. It’s one thing to choose to kill your darlings – it’s between me and them and I’m quite good at it now. I even have a file called ‘Dead Darlings.’ (You never know…) It’s another thing entirely to see them ‘offed’ by a third party!

All of that apart, it’s definitely the most rewarding part of the process. And like all the other steps, it’s the first time and needs to be cherished. Several published writers have urged me to savour each step of the process because there will never be a repeat of those magical ‘first’ moments. Getting the offer of publication and accepting it. Taking delivery of a contract, creating a cover and the myriad other ‘firsts’ involved in one’s first book.

Not least, the editing.

And the line edit is where the magic happens. I’m fortunate – my editor is gifted. She is wiser than Yoda (I’m not kidding) and she knows stuff. With her keen eye and gentle insistence, my little book emerges – a butterfly from her chrysalis.

WELSH WEDNESDAYS INTERVIEW with Carol Lovekin

15 Thursday Oct 2015

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This week I have been interviewed by Christoph Fischer as part of his Welsh Wednesdays strand. Thank you, Christoph!

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carol lovekin 2 by janey stevens small formatToday I have the pleasure of introducing you to Carol Lovekin.

Carol was born in Warwickshire, educated at the equivalent of ‘St Trinians’ and after that picked it up as she went along. She has worked in retail, nursing, as a freelance journalist, a counsellor and in several other part-time occupations. She is retired and now works full-time as a writer.

Welcome Carol. First up, please tell us about your connection to Wales.
Wales has been my adopted home since 1979. My mother came from Northern Ireland and my father was Anglo-Irish. I describe myself as having Irish blood and a Welsh heart. You and I met recently, Christoph, at Tenby Book Fair when the splendid Judith Barrow introduced us.  12042689_10152946036737132_4575173976906203821_n

Oh yes, I remember that day very fondly. 🙂  Please tell us a little about yourself as writer.


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In which the itch to write returns & I guiltily mourn the decline of the servant class

29 Tuesday Sep 2015

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Books, Editing, Ghostbird, Muse, Not Writing, Quotations, Virginia Woolf, Writers, Writing

It is a fact universally acknowledged that a man in possession of a completed novel has either a wife or a maid. I have neither. I am a woman who lives alone (by choice – I’m not sad or anything.) And in any case, even if I could afford one, my socialist inclinations make me feel slightly guilty at the idea of employing another woman to do my housework.

I am also a woman who has a love-hate relationship with procrastination.

Recent events have kept me from my writing. The timing was interesting. I’m waiting for my Editorial Notes (please forgive caps – still excited and can hardly believe I’m even due any.) With draft zero Book 2 tucked away for the duration I was at a bit of a loose end anyway. I had my notes for Book 3 to play with and an unexpected trip to Cornwall to visit my family fitted very nicely thank you.

I’ve been back for two weeks now and once again, the Muse nags. The other day I dipped into The Hours by Michael Cunningham and a scene near the beginning where Mrs Woolf (for it is she) takes herself downstairs in the early, seductive writing hour, helps herself to coffee and proceeds in the direction of her study via the printing room. Leonard (already at his proofs) waylays her.

“Have you had breakfast?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“Liar.”
“I’m having coffee with cream for breakfast. It’s enough.”
“It’s far from enough. I’m going to have Nelly bring you a bun and some fruit.”
“If you send Nelly in to interrupt me I won’t be responsible for my actions.”

And this, dear reader, is where Mrs Woolf and I part company. I long for a ‘Nelly’ to interrupt me with a bun and some fruit: blessed Nelly, who would then disappear and attend to the chores leaving me free to create deathless prose. Or, at the very least, get to grips with the latest notes for Book 3. My scribbles are accumulating and I need to get them organised while I wait for my EN’s.

I can feel a return to work coming on. In the absence of a Nelly, I must make an effort.

Dancing with the word birds and making jam

01 Tuesday Sep 2015

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Ghostbird, Third Book, Virginia Woolf, Word Birds

Book the Second is resting. Meanwhile, Book the Third takes shape. I have never, ever conjured a story this quickly. One day it was floating at the back of my mind, made up from the remnants of a largely abandoned tale and the hem of a ghost’s frock; the next it was pouring out of me. In the space of three days I had the outline and most of the chapters in précis. 

A friend recently suggested a theory which on reflection makes a kind of sense. Now I have a deal for Ghostbird (which translates as validation) and a publication date; now it’s real and happening, has some creative synapse in my brain clicked into place? Is a new level of confidence emerging and is this what happens to writers once they get that initial confirmation?

Or is it simply the word birds, daring me and flinging ideas in my path? Either way, as a writer, I’m happier than I’ve been in years.

I know I quote Virginia Woolf as if I have her on speed dial. (I don’t – that would be creepy.) I do have a copy of A Writer’s Diary by my bed and treat it like a daily meditation. One of the things Mrs W said was, ‘As for my next book, I won’t write it till it has grown heavy in my mind like a ripe pear.’

It’s as though this new story has landed in my lap in the shape of a harvest of pears. And apples, plums and peaches, and big fat juicy blackberries.

There is nothing for it – I must make story jam.

Meeting my muse in my bath

23 Sunday Aug 2015

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In my perfect, fanciful world, Virginia Woolf is my muse. In my real one, all she has ever done is lead me to abandon punctuation & paragraphs while I, in the mistaken belief that I understand ‘stream of consciousness’ well enough to make it a viable motif in my own writing, follow like a witless fool. I freely confess to having wasted a lot of valuable time in this pointless pursuit.

My actual muse is a creature who lives somewhere in my bathroom. (She is probably a Daddy Long Legs or a small spider. Or even a helpful cobweb.) I know this because, without fail, each time I run a bath with the specific aim of mulling over a particularly puzzling writing-related issue, once I lie down in the water, I invariable mull usefully.

It happened this morning. With Book Two finished (draft zero – see above) & tucked away in a drawer to marinade for a week or two, I need something to do. (I’m not one of those writers who can amuse themselves with a short story or a bit of poetry. If it isn’t the book I’ve finished, then it has it be the one I’m about to start.)

For the past two days I’ve been outlining Book Three. The idea has been hanging round for some time & all at once, I got it. Apart that is for a small but crucial plot strand.

Cue a delicious, lavender & rose scented Sunday morning bath…

Job done.

It’s embryonic of course, but I do think it has [Daddy Long] legs… And it’s another ghost story…

‘…a word is not a single and separate entity, but part of other words…’ *

17 Monday Aug 2015

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Dead Darlings, Drafts, Editing, Prose, Quotations, Virginia Woolf, Writing

It is the lot of a first draft to be the dumping ground for sundry swathes of ‘darling’ destined for the verbal killing fields. As I draw to the end of this new draft zero I ponder what comes next. Run off a hard copy, read it through in as few sittings as possible in order to get an idea of how it works as a story. Next I’ll arm myself with a bunch of sharp pencils, a note pad, a highlighter pen and a willingness to laugh wryly at myself, and begin the second pass. This is when I start giving myself advice and hopefully identify any massive plot holes and structural issues.

By the time I get to the fine-tuning however, something more will be required.

Compelling prose requires big words – lyrical, signature words drenched in clarity; paragraphs stopping us in our tracks, causing us to pause and sigh before carrying on. That said, too many words are worn out by constant overuse. Small and seemingly innocent, they congregate in clichéd clusters waiting for a gap in the narrative. Within the spell of a lovely sentence, these words often have no meaning and serve no purpose. Their only function is to render a perfect sentence cursed. I don’t mean proud, exquisite, conjuring words. What I’m talking about are the little ones, expressing nothing more than the bad habits of language. A beautiful sentence is rarely enhanced by dull, irrelevant words. (See title for good ‘but’ usage.)

Ironic perhaps to choose a Virginia Woolf quotation: she was after all partial to a bit of wordage. She also had an acute eye for the lyrical and she understood style. The individual writer chooses her style. Our voice tends to choose us; style is something else and can be considered. We can edit our style as we edit our narrative arcs, poke around in our plots and ravage our purple prose.

I’m getting ahead of myself: there are miles to go before I’m ready for this level of close editing. It doesn’t hurt to be reminded though and to that end, I best get a move on…

* Virginia Woolf

Writing the same book twice & why I don’t want to

05 Wednesday Aug 2015

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Even before Ghostbird is published, I’m well on my way to finishing the first draft of Book the Second. The internet is littered with articles warning me how scary, fraught and downright cursed it’s likely to be. I have recently discovered Second Novel Syndrome and apparently it’s an actual thing: a condition afflicting even the most successful writers. (Hard to imagine A S Byatt wondering if The Shadow of the Sun was it.)

Before I received the offer for Ghostbird I was happily writing my new story because I wanted to. It has been quietly gathering momentum for almost a year. I was under no duress and there were no expectations. Now it’s real – I’m going to be published – and inevitably there will be a certain expectation of a second book. It’s daunting but then again, it’s only me and no one is waiting with actual bated breath for my follow-up are they?

If people read your first book and like it, they’re almost certainly going to want to read your second one. And judge it. I know I have to be careful and not mess it up.

I never saw myself as a ‘successful author.’ (Those of us who suffer from arrested development don’t.) Frankly, I read far too many brilliant books to kid myself. My literary sheroes include Edna O’Brien, Susan Hill & Maggie O’Farrell. Most of the time I read exhilarating literary fiction that makes my heart sing. I read writers who, if you cut them open, they would bleed words. Fame is not the goal. Acceptance is. That’s what being published means to me & what keeps me writing.

All at once there is less time to devote to the second novel. I’m learning fast that there is more to being published than simply writing a book & securing an offer for it. Behind the scenes lies an entirely different process: one I must be open to & respectful of.

I don’t want to become a bully either: hassling myself to get the second book finished. If I don’t enjoy it, what’s the point? I do have a head start. The first draft is almost done but what if I become complacent or insecurity convinces me it’s rubbish? What if I take a wrong turn or the premise of the story begins to look less appealing?

When I began it, I thought this second book was a far cry from Ghostbird. It has an utterly different kind of main protagonist and yet even so, as it takes shape I find myself wondering if maybe, after all, I am saying the same things. There are clear similarities – I’m writing in a related vein & exploring comparable themes. The landscape possesses an echo of Ghostbird. Have I managed to find new and different ways to lay these familiar motifs before my readers? It matters. I don’t want to be a one-trick turn.

Within my new story I seek a different voice. Not my writing voice – that’s pretty much set now. It’s her voice I still wrestle with, the voice of my central character. She is a different generation from the main character in Ghostbird and although I have a good deal more in common with her, I still have to find that elusive something that sets her apart and will make people care about her.

Cracking on then… see where I go & when I get to the end, where I’ve landed.

Or as Dorothy Parker once said, “Time doth flit; oh shit.”

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