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Nine weeks & counting…

17 Sunday Jan 2016

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Countdown, Ghostbird, Nine Weeks

“A witch woman’s garden is different, even one where the woman is discreet.”
Nine weeks to publication!

GHOSTBIRD
17 March 2016. From Honno – the Welsh Woman’s Press

1 A witchwoman's garden

‘Someone needs to be forgiven, someone needs to forgive.’

GHOSTBIRD concerns Cadi Hopkins, a fourteen-year-old girl who lives in a remote village in Wales. Cadi wants answers her emotionally distant mother, Violet refuses to disclose. Lonely and surrounded by ambiguity, she is determined to uncover the mystery surrounding the deaths of her father and her little sister, both of whom died before she was born.

Caught in the middle is Cadi’s aunt, Lili the witch woman.

In a world of hauntings and magic, in a small village where it rains everyday throughout the month of August, the secrets and the ghosts are finally waking up, and none of the Hopkins women will be able to escape them.

If Lili won’t use her magic to make Cadi’s mother talk, can Cadi conjure some of her own?

In GHOSTBIRD you will find sadness and love; a small ghost, a little knitting, a lot of birds and a good deal of rain. And the Welsh myth of Blodeuwedd – like the rain – is a thread running through the story.

Stepping Out With Trepidation

07 Thursday Jan 2016

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Authors, Blog Tour, Endorsements, Ghostbird, Marketing, Promotion, Reviews

This morning I have mostly been… Running through the list of Things To Do.

Promotion & Marketing of Ghostbird begins in earnest. I knew it was coming, as sure as the fading festive season was destined to disappear down the darkened rabbit hole of last year.

Blog tours beckon. (I’m not even sure how a blog tour operates.) I must set up an author page on Amazon. (That’s half an hour of my life I won’t get back & I still can’t work out how to do it.)

Who might review my book? Write an article about me? And what about Goodreads Giveaways? I know nothing about Goodreads!

Yesterday, two of my loyal cheerleaders gave me a bit of a talking to. (One of them threatened to buy me a trumpet so I could learn how to blow it.) She asked me if I believed in my book & of course, I said I did. Because I do. I’m proud of it. I’m just not very good at shouting it from the treetops & I can’t stand the idea of being seen as some kind of self-promoting diva.

I guess I’ll get used to it. Three amazing authors have endorsed Ghostbird. My publisher believes in it & my wonderful editor loves every word. The extracts I’m posting on Twitter & Facebook meet with approval.

Back to the list then… As my lovely mum used to say, onward & sideways.

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.

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.

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

05 Wednesday Aug 2015

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Authors, Ghostbird, Quotations, Second Book, Writers, Writing

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.”

‘When I cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me I am in darkness – I am nothing.’ *

11 Saturday Jul 2015

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Authors, Ghostbird, Honno, Quotations, RiverBook, Virginia Woolf

Well, almost. Maybe with a little less drama?

That said, at present the only words I seem to be dealing in are answers to questions. (Great questions & both they & my answers coming soon to an interview blog near you.) It’s part of the ‘author’ thing & I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t enjoying the fact of being asked. Of course I am. And it’s lovely getting to know my sister writers at Honno.

I was invited to my first Author Group lunch last week & made to feel like one of the family. There is a lot to be said for small independent publishing houses. Everyone knows everyone. I appreciate it more than I can say. What a great group of women writers: talented, generous & encouraging. What with one thing & another, this is an amazing experience which I am determined to embrace & enjoy. The days are flying by & I am flying with them.

It is also true to say I’m keen to get on with my next book.

Even when I know what I’m going to call a new story, I still give it a working title. The current manuscript is nicknamed RiverBook. When I set it aside – to bask in the momentary ‘glory’ of Getting a Book Deal – it stood at 79k. There have been days recently when I’ve wondered if I’ll ever find time to get on with it & make it to 90k which is roughly my goal. Fortunately these moments are rare & I take heart from other writers who assure me, if you have another draft in progress, at this point in the publishing process it’s normal for the wordcount to suffer.

The infamous ‘they’ say a second book is the hardest. There are expectations. Because I began writing RiverBook with no solid anticipation of a publishing deal for Ghostbird, I felt no pressure. I’ve been enjoying the writing for its own sake, pulling together the randomness that is this new story. (I use the word ‘random’ deliberately. I am an irregular writer by which I mean my story construction isn’t linear. I write the story as it comes & a great deal of it comes in no particular order.)

I need to crack on though. See if I can do it. And however RiverBook looks when I do get back to it, it’s good to know I have an almost complete first draft to focus on. It’s a mess, but it’s my mess & I can’t wait to dive in again.

Unlike Mrs Woolf, I’m not remotely concerned about ‘darkness’ or the lack of regular writing. I think I understand what she meant though. When I’m not writing regularly there is a sense of something missing. I definitely need to conjure some smoke.

* Virginia Woolf

A Different Kind of Beginning

02 Thursday Jul 2015

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Editor, Ghostbird, Honno, Introduction, Janet, The Mabinogion, Wordpress, Writing

Never mind the mechanics – I reckon I have them as sorted as I’m likely to. Let’s do this, WordPress.

For the past nine years I’ve been scribbling on Live Journal. I’ve written thousands of words but LJ is a desert now & with my book coming out next year, I need a more public profile. If you have chosen to read me here, thank you kindly & this is where I’m at.

Writers are always being asked where they get their ideas. The question makes most of us smile because more often than not an idea is ‘a moment’ we can’t necessarily describe. Ideas can come via overheard, snatched conversations, from random names or a glimpse of a strange house on a hill. From a photograph or a line in a poem. They may be carried on bird wings & dropped on our windowsills. Ideas invade our dreams & often, on waking, we are left with little more than a sliver of memory.

People do like to know though, otherwise they wouldn’t ask. This then is how Ghostbird came into being.

I have Irish blood & a Welsh heart & have always been drawn to myth & legend. When I came to live in Wales it was inevitable that I would read The Mabinogion. As I read Math fab Mathonwy – the fourth branch – I found myself irritated by the machinations of the various men involved in the myth of Blodeuwedd. It immediately struck me as a feminist issue! Equally, I was puzzled by the idea that to be turned into a bird was a curse. To be a bird was surely to be able to fly. Blodeuwedd could escape the fate assigned to her! And therein lay the kernel of my story. Meaning no disrespect to the original – which is marvellous – I re-imagined the myth of Blodeuwedd from her point of view – as a positive act of reclaiming. I wrote it as a short piece & from there the first glimmerings of the novel fluttered in my brain.

My decision to have a teenage girl as my main protagonist remains a mystery to me. No way was I planning (nor have I written) a YA story. The book I envisioned began with the idea of transformation – & a witch woman. I honestly don’t recall at what point Cadi appeared. I do know, once she did, I had my story. It’s taken me several years to write this book. Not because I haven’t put in the hours, rather because I was finally learning to write.

As the well-known cliché has it, I’ve always written. All my life – letters, journals & stories including full-length novels. (An earlier self-published one is a story I still love but it suffered from a lack of sound editing & professional production.) Writing Ghostbird has been an unravelling of my subconscious as a writer. Digging up the bones so to speak & discovering that, after all, I could do it.

Not that I haven’t had help.

The path to publication is another cliché. Nevertheless, it is a path. When I submitted the first fifty pages of Ghostbird to Honno – the Welsh Women’s Press – & secured my Meet the Editor slot with Janet Thomas, I had no way of knowing how eventful & winding that road would become.

If a writer is fortunate enough to be gifted sound, professional advice, she is a fool if she ignores it. Janet has accompanied me from the moment she uttered her first, ‘I love it, but…’ As I mentally ticked the boxes (because she was right) I knew I was in good hands. Janet is the mistress of the missed opportunity. Her eye is eagle & nothing escapes it. I have re-written, edited, chivvied & borderline bullied this book to within an inch of its life. The result, I trust, will be pleasing.

I’m currently writing the first daft of my next book The fact that it’s temporarily reduced to bridesmaid status is something I’ve had to accept. Yes, I’m itching to get back to it but for now, while I immerse myself in the excitement & joy of ‘Getting a Publishing Deal’ I’m having the time of my life & enjoying every moment.

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