Friday, April 30, 2010
Penderown Progress and Characters
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Wadi Ray - This Bog's for You
It was a glorious day out yesterday. Although hot the humidity was not evident and a wild breeze blew. Our guests were enchanted by the beauty of the landscape while I cringed. We arrived at Ray Pools to find them empty but the previous occupants had left there water bottles by the score, the bread still in the plastic wrappings, their crisps in the pools and the lemons????
Finally we stopped to have tea on a raised plato where some one had thoughtfully provided facilities....Hello people, you bring it in you take it out. Please please don't destroy this beauty spot like Hatta pools has been.
Respect the envirnoment and if you can't do that can you please just clear your own rubbish. Thank you.
Rant over.
Currently on my way back to Uk to return DD to school. Having been working hard on Penderown and will tell you more later. Have a great Sunday.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Travel Update
Monday, April 19, 2010
Pure Passion and Sue Moorcroft (well Sue's book) In Dubai
Today I was in the Kinokuniya book shop in Dubai Mall and much to my delight I saw Sue Moorcroft's latest book - STARTING OVER on the table just as you walk through the front door and near by I saw all Rachel Hore's books including her novel THE GLASS PAINTER'S DAUGHTER which was short listed for the Romantic Novel of the Year and it had its PURE PASSION sticker on it!
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Travel Realities and An Experiement
The Nare,
Tobias Trevenen stood on Nare Head looking at the waves crashing onto the rocks below. The wind tossed his brown hair side to side obscuring his vision. In the distance, he watched the four mast barque fight its way toward
Time was short. Visitors were due from
Now for the new...
The waves crashed onto the rocks below Nare Head while the wind blew Tobias Trevenen's hair side to side obscuring his view of the four mast barque as it fought its way to Falmouth through the heavy water. The sky was increasing grey as the weather closed in.
Time was short. Visitors were due from London and he must be at home when they arrived. Father was was in a dither and everyone in the house was out of sorts. The approaching storm was peaceful compared with the tension enclosing the house. The housekeeper, Mrs. Williams, had hit Toby with a cloth as he had tasted the cream sauce on his way out. She was rarely ever cross with him.
He scanned the mouth of the Helford River seeking the telltale jagged protrusion of August Rock that hinted at the deadly reef that stretched below, but all was hidden in the swell of the storm. He would have to wait for the August spring tides before he could search again for the treasure at the base of the reef. He hated waiting for no one would believe that he had found anything at all there except muscles and seaweed. He played with the gold coin in his pocket.
I think I may be only to a new working procedure for me - draft one on the computer, draft two long hand, draft three computer...anyone work this way?
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Emirates Airlines Literary Festival - Martin Amis and A Wonderful Prize plus Travel Troubles
As is always - these are just my notes and a totally flawed - please forgive the many mistakes
Martin Amis in Conversation with Paul Blezzard
Paul opened with – language was closest to Martin’s heart and when did it begin?
M- it began in adolescence and he hopes the ‘book’ will never disappear. He was very self aware and articulate and during adolescence is when you begin conversations with self in a notebook, diary…we commune with ourselves and the book is a perfect self companion.
Writers never really grow out of the phase – the process of self communing – all writers are adolescents to a certain extent.
His early works were hopeless.
PB – Writers and age?
M- he feels that the talent will die out before the body and he can’t find many exceptions to the rule. He pointed out the Shakespeare and
Exquisite tragedies – to live with words and to be deserted by them yet he will go on as long as he can – not giving up
He quoted Cheever – everything I read is not short enough
500 page novel is very different from the shorter one – the mass is more difficult to master
P. Roth quoted – harder to keep the whole mass in your mind
Writing is connected to Eros
The tactic of writing the short he feels is fine
not to lose the musicality- the paragraph that comes out of nowhere – decreases with age but you gain craft – early book deficit in expertise.
PB - Craft is the greatest pleasure?
M- no, it’s more general than that.
Quoted Saul Bellow – see the universal in the particular
He said the rest of us work the other way. Life is dead –a huge dead novel – it is not faithful to our experience – artifice gives it life – mirror experiences don’t breathe life into a novel – real life…nothing happens
P Roth – write fiction about what didn’t happen or what might have happen
It is a very English book – very diffident
When in Italy he kept feeling like he was in an oil painting
Wring is mysterious – only a writer knows how mysterious
Decide is never a groping process
About is wrong
Around is better
Subconscious does a lot of work for you
There aren’t many sad things about being a novelist, but you have to spend time over dead things
Writer’s block is when the subconscious is switched off
PB – Can writing be taught?
Quoted Nabokov – there is only one school of writing and that is talent.. but then went on to say you can teach craft and habits. His 19 year old self would have loved to chat to his 60 year self
He has learned to walk away when he comes across the slightest impediment – he reads
Writing is a physical business not just the mind – the body and the mind combined in a way
He described a writers life –
-writing
-living – not very relevant but necessary but does provide inspiration – brith, death...
-reading – fuel – influence/stealing – his are Nabakov and S. Bellow
The pleasures of writing and reading are the same – solving difficulties – readers create as well as writers – writers invite the reader to create the character in their heads...osmotic ..guest/host
He was asked how many words a day? Some days none, but never a week without – 500 words of fiction takes a lot of thinking time.
..Darker aspects of human nature – is he an optimists or a pessimist? All writers are lovers of life and the urge to put it down is a loving one
How does he physically write? The mechanics of writing...ritualized...talisman...he writes in long hand however the computer is suited to writers as writers need to insert. He writes in long hand – a flow of ink like the flow of love.
Asked about rejection...the treadmill of rejection ...embittering...like having your child criticized and that’s why he doesn’t admit to a favourite...it’s like your child and their is nothing you can do about it
What’s he working on now? He’s just finishing one and knows the next...senility and dementia have not got him yet...
So today has been a bit up and down to say the least - the volcanic ash is causing some serious nail biting here and a possible melt down of my complex travel arrangements. I am due to fly to the UK with dd on Monday so that she can make her class French trip which leaves by coach and ferry early on Tuesday morning...as each housr clicks past this is looking less and less likely. It will also mean i will miss out on The London Book Fair and the subsequent tweetup....We also still have ds2 here and he is due to fly on Tuesday...
However today is not all bad news because the wonderful Caroline Smailes was running a competition on her blog which I won! So soon I will be or more correctly one of children will the proud owner of a signed copy of Jon Mayhew's new book Mortlock!(‘Mortlock’s’ dark and alternative Victorian world is unforgiving as it pulls you into its grasp, snagging hold and refusing to let go until it has disgorged its gruesome secrets.) So today is good and let's hope my luck continues to success with flights.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
And Now For Something Completely Different - Naming a Seismic Vessel
No one would say my life is boring - in York with writers on the weekend and few days later standing on the quayside of boatyard in Dubai with a prince.
Monday, April 12, 2010
The York Festival of Writing
I’m not sure where to begin. The weekend was fabulous on so many levels.
I went to York at a bit of a cross roads. I’ll own up to the fact that I am a perfectionist and that this is quite frankly a pain in the back side. I have been told by many that I stress too much or think too much about the writing. I have been told by some that I am ready. I have smiled and said no, but they thought I was fussing. This weekend reconfirmed what I knew in my gut. I write well and to a publishable level, but that isn’t good enough anymore and it’s not what I want. Yes, I want to be published and I really want people to read my stories – the later really drives me. But I want to do it right and well and I don’t want to do it too soon. As the wonderful Katie Fforde confirmed you only get one shot at your debut.
My gut has been saying that I have a few more notches to climb and this weekend did two things or maybe even three. The one-to-one chats with the agents confirmed my feeling that my writing is good but they can see these is more there. One was most delightful and helpful – really thinking hard about the work and how to lift it – I am grateful. It is a joy to have someone study your work – to think about it hard and give you their thoughts even if they are not what you want to hear. Everything I heard I knew already which some may say was a waste of an opportunity, but it wasn’t for me as I hadn’t trusted me instinct. I needed to hear it from the pros who were kind enough to give me their time. So with the validation I needed I can now dig deep to lift (if that makes any sense) my writing the next two or three levels. Maybe the dig deep means mining my heart for the emotion and the dark underused recesses of my brain for the craft that has been lost since university. Don’t know but I do know I have a clearer picture than I have ever had of what type of writer I am and what I want to produce.
Now off of the quite so internal thinking to hard core tangible learning. The workshops i attended were superb – and touched and ignited so many things. I’ll give a brief summary of some of them:-
First up was Jeremy Sheldon’s – A Sense of Place. I will confess to some apprehension that I had chosen the wrong thing. If anything all of my book are dripping location. Cornwall is tangible on the page. Boy I am so glad that I went to this. Jeremy is a brilliant teacher and what he did was beautifully demonstrate what description can do for you.
He began with a quote from the Great Gatsby – a description of the Manhattan skyline. He asked us what the character was feeling – it was clear yet not a single internal emotional thought had been uttered. He then quoted Henry Miller (don’t remember the book) and it was a description of the same bit of skyline yet the emotion conveyed was completely different.
His task for us was to describe a journey in third person without using any words to tell the character’s emotional state.
So I wrote a scene from Pilgrimage where Pru is leaving Dubai –
Her sunglasses fogged with her first step outside. The taxi was there but between the film of moisture on her glasses and the textured wind of the shamal it was just a sand coloured shape in front of her.
Pru handed the driver her bag. Only one bag and that was a first. She forced the door open against the wind. The air con in the taxi did nothing to disguise the unwashed odour of the driver or maybe now that her glasses had cleared her sense of smell had returned with her vision.
She ferreted inside her Birkin checking for her passport and boarding pass. Finding them she pushed the bag onto the seat beside her. She looked out the window and let her hand cover her nose. The palm trees that lined the road had soft edges today unlike yesterday when they had been crisp against the cloudless blue sky.
Yesterday on the train back I looked the opening paragraph of A Cornish House
The car coughed, lurched and died. Maddie’s fingers clenched the wheel. The trailer’s momentum nudged it further along the dark lane. The moonlit sky silhouetted the twisted trees. Their tortured shapes rose from the hedges, forming a tunnel, which seemed to enclose the car.
It doesn't need the sentence in italics because the description says it much better. You know her state of mind. I need to trust my descriptive passages and enjoy them.
The next session was also with him and this was Show Not Tell. Again brilliant. For an exercise we had to take a noun like passion and say – passion tastes like or sounds like or smells like. The woman who read out her responses said passion smells like sulphur and my nose instantly reacted. Jeremy said this is what you want – you want to evoke a reaction and better yet a physical one in your reader.
Moving quickly along to the afternoon – Julie Cohen gave a character workshop. Now I couldn’t stay for the whole session because of a one-to-one, but recently I have been doubting that I am a writer - well I am. If you can create a character out of two letters and a number with the flip of a coin then you are a writer at heart. I love Julie but at the moment she is not my favourite person as I now have a fully fledged character with yellow eyes who is a conductor waiting for her story to be told......she is the type who I know will not now leave me alone.
Sunday provided me with tools to deal with many characters and how to look for the right hero. My head was bursting with ideas.
There was a good contingent from the RNA there – Katie Fforde who opened the festival with a stirring calls to write and keep writing. She gave us the ten tips to guaranteed publication and I believe she is right. I mentioned Julie but there was also Adele Geras, Sue Moorcroft, Veronica Henry and one of the organizers Kate Allen. There were six if not a few more aspiring members too. As always we were the first to the bar. Also knowing less people at the conference I could spend more time with those I did know - bliss.
The festival was brilliant for all the industry people who were brave enough to be there. I queue jumped at the bar for agent Peter Buckman, discussed Andrew Lownie’s newsletter with him, lusted after Jane Johnson's beautiful coat (and found a parallel live of sorts – she lives half time in Morocco and Cornwall), led wonderful Jane Judd astray plying her with white wine, had breakfast with a lovely editor who rejected me beautifully a while ago and then planned a handbag trip to Dubai with her, and had dinner with the gorgeous Barry Cunningham and thanked him for publishing JK Rowling for the hours of pleasure he had helped bring to me and my kids....I could go on....
They were all so generous with time and their thoughts. I watched them tactfully handle the full manuscripts shoved under their noses at breakfast or past rejections letters revisited. They kept the smile on their faces. As RJ Ellory summed it up at the close – they are passionate about books and it is why they do it. Writers are passionate about writing and that’s why we do it. Passion is the only reason to be in the business even if to some it smells like supher.
Wednesday, April 07, 2010
Inspiration - Emirates Airlines Literary Festival
The Essence of Good Writing is Good Thinking
Bahaa Taher, Yann Martel and Imtiaz Dharker with Paul Blezzard
“‘Genius is 1% inspiration and 99% perspiration’ claimed the renowned American inventor Thomas Edison. But how does that apply to writers? And where does inspiration – that initial stimulus to creative thought – come from? Can it be ‘encouraged’ by leading a disciplined life in the writer’s study with designated hours dedicated to writing? Is the image of the starving writer in his garret waiting for inspiration to strike valid or do authors need to seek inspiration from the outside world? If inspiration is ‘the process of being mentally stimulated…to do something creative’ can it be taught or learned – and can an inspirational teacher encourage young writers?
Our panel trio of highly-acclaimed writers, each with a distinctive style and wildly differing subject matter, will be letting us into the secrets of how they write and what inspires them.”
Move it
Excavate with any tools you have
Clumsy earth
With daily labour
You set free
You call God
-what would it be like to have religious faith
-no longer looking at the negative side of it
And that is when the story came to him – the Life of Pi is an explanation of what it means to have faith
PB- Do you have a muse?
- trigger outside (voices) but muse inside
- her muse is life
PB – What sustains you when inspiration leaves you?
PB – Inspiration and Optimism
PB – Inspiration and Being Edited
Tuesday, April 06, 2010
Conn Iggulden - Emirates Airlines Literary Festival
Notes from
- as always these are notes and therefore inherently flawed - so please don't take them as a precise account of the talk.
Historical Fiction at Its Best
He is fascinated with what a single person can do in a lifetime.
Before becoming a published writer he was an English teacher for seven years. His mum was a history teacher and his great grandfather was a Seanchai (a traditional Irish story teller – the one who passed down the tales orally).
He also said that because these actions took place so long ago that it seems okay even though they were appalling. He provided a quote by Chesterton I think Pen couldn’t keep up – apologies) …I can forgive many sins if a life is interesting enough…
With regard to his own writing practices he never starts with a blank page – he starts with golden lines of history and he joins them up. The Difficulty is the he has to make things up because, as well as the events, you need the motivation and to fill in the blanks and this is where you fall foul of the enthusiast, but choices have to made.
He said that history can change on the single word of a single man.
He then spoke of Genghis Khan and his attraction to write about him:
-greatest rags to riches story ever
-father when he was 11 and the family was abandoned
-utter poverty and expectation of certain death to grandson becoming the emperor of the most powerful country at that time
He is fascinated by the fuel that energizes leaders
-missing male figures
-the men they are produced by are cold and distant figures
He quoted Robert Hindley
Read a lot
Write a lot
Send away
Then added never be precious about your work.
Accept that there is an element of luck – for him it was the fact that the film Gladiator had just come out so people were interested in the Romans.
He was asked who inspired him – James Clavell with Tai-Pan, Bernard Cornwell, the Hornblower books.
He said the more books you read the more you can see what works…
your heart pounds because…
you care about something because…
He loves writing history because the plot is taken care of – but people care about people so the core of a book has to be about characters and ones you can care about.
If a reader is upset or thrilled he has done his job.
For research he does travel. Initially he thought he could write without seeing, but found that he needed to see it, smell it ….for example without it he would never have understood that he could travel at 60 miles an hour for eight hours and still be in the same valley.
I could have listened to
Back for a Bit
Well, I think I'm in Dubai as the weather is warm and my bed isn't stuck in the lift - long story.I am yet again sitting here booking flights and trying to sort out crazy travel schedule. I have so much to report - all the sessions I attended at the Dubai Literary Festival for one...and along those lines I quote one stanza of Jeffrey Deaver's poem in my post on the opening ceremony - well here's the link to the full poem http://www.jefferydeaver.com/Other_Projects/Death/death.html. Picked up the link to the whole poem from Twitter and the very useful Emirates Lit Fest twitter person here - worth a follow http://twitter.com/EmiratesLitFest.
Sunday, April 04, 2010
Happy Easter
We're about to sit down to our Easter 'lunch' (it's a working day here so lunch is being served at 19:30. Hope everyone is having a wonderful Easter weekend.