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Friday, 24 January 2014

The Writer’s Priorities. Part 1

We’re creative souls, we who write stories, not generally the disciplined and single-minded types for
whom regulation and habit overtake our free spirits to the exclusion of all else. No, those for whom self-discipline and ultra-focus are paramount are, generally speaking, business-minded; people for whom money is the primary concern. That’s not to say that these qualities are undesirable, simply that they’re not the most important elements of our make-up.

As artists (sorry if that term makes you uncomfortable, but perhaps you should be looking at your view of your role as a creative spirit?), we’re more organic, less easily defined by rules, more open to the bending and even the ditching of external influences on our behaviour.

So, where am I going with this?

Let’s face it, if we call ourselves writers, our first love, our primary drive, is writing: yes? If your answer to that is not ‘yes’ then I suggest you examine your reasons for placing words in specific order on pages. It may be that you’re an entrepreneur who’s spotted an opening in a market that just happens to involve the skill of writing. Perhaps you’ve seen the zillions paid for certain best-sellers, and identified a niche you could fill by writing the same story with different names and locations. It works. It’s been done countless times. But it doesn’t make you a writer; it makes you a businessman/woman.

Writers of fiction are more concerned with the words they present, the stories they tell, the effects of those compositions on their readers. Money, fame, success are all viewed as ancillary to the craft and inspiration of actually setting the right word in the right place. Imagination is the primary resource of the storyteller and the emotional punch of the story is the reward.

I’m not making judgments here. If the business approach suits you, that’s your choice. If, on the other hand, the role of the storyteller, the ancient role that started around the fire in the mouth of the cave as a way to explain the world and its wonders and terrors, drives you, then that is also your choice. Unfortunately, for those of us so inclined the world has moved into an era where the majority of the advice, help and support for writers is aimed at those for whom money is the major mover. Talent, it seems, is less valuable.

It’s very easy to be drawn into the world of marketing, promotion, advertising and generally concentrating on making ‘a living’. And, of course, we live in a world where making a living is paramount to mere survival, so the pressures are intense.

The issue then, for those of us who are essentially creative beings, is achieving a balance between making enough to allow us to survive and giving ourselves the freedom of thought and action that will nurture and develop our talents as tellers of tales.

I write this post as a taster only. As a way to introduce the idea that we may need to examine our priorities if we’re to lead full and rewarding lives as writers. For my personal approach, watch this space. I’ll provide my answers soon; just as soon as I’ve reached an actual conclusion, in fact!


And, for the time being, I ask you to consider just one question: 

Why do you write?

Friday, 19 October 2012

A Pleasure to Burn, by David Bain, Reviewed.


I read this short on my Kindle. It has references to Ray Bradbury, which I didn’t fully get until I discovered Ray wrote a story with the same title (one I haven’t read). I felt the style was closer to some of the US detective stories I read in Ellory Queen, when I was younger, than to the sublime style of Bradbury.

The tale is told from two points of view; the ‘hero’, a celebrity returning to his home town, scene of a family tragedy, and the young female reporter following him and intent on getting a unique story. The writing is tight and moves the action along well. I felt the ending was predictable but that didn’t spoil my enjoyment of the story.

This was one of those books that held my attention whilst I was reading but left me with no after-impression. So, an entertainment rather than a deep piece of work. Nevertheless, I enjoyed this work of horror/ghost story and would recommend it as a way to spend a short spell of time alone in an old house, especially if you’re of a suggestible nature.

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Thursday, 29 March 2012

An Offer of Mentoring for Writers

I was sent the following by a professional contact on LinkedIn Terrence Brejla is described as
Visionary Communications, Social Media, and Marketing Professional.  Although I don't know Terrence personally, he came well recommended. 

Subsequent to the initial information, I received suggestions that he may not be all I was originally given to believe. I have no knowledge of the man or his work and only passed the information on because of the link through LinkedIn. However, I have no wish to either endorse or denigrate the man or his services. The easiest thing for me to have done under the circumstances would have been to remove the original post completely. However, I've decided to remove only the 'advert' such as it was and pass this on to you for you to investigate and proceed as you will.


I have no connection to this, other than my link on LinkedIn, a professional networking community I strongly advise you to join.

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Monday, 31 October 2011

Taking The NaNoWriMo Challenge


NaNoWriMo is short for 'National Novel Writing Month', an annual event that started in the USA and has become international.

Okay, so I'm mad. Nuts, perhaps, but a touch of insanity never did anyone any real harm. The challenge, for those who don't know it, is to write at least the first 50,000 words of a novel during the month of November. This requires an average daily word count of 1,667. It's generally considered good going to produce between 500 and 1,000 words per day; James Joyce once famously admitted to having written only 1 word on one day whilst writing, I think, Ulysses, and Hilare Belloc took 13 years to write one of his novels. On the other hand, Antony Trollope was pretty speedy, and he's not alone.
I've been known to write a complete short story of up to 4,000 words in a day and, whilst writing my fantasy trilogy (still a work in progress, by the way), I've managed between 2 and 3,000 words a day fairly frequently.
I start this challenge tomorrow. A Tuesday. Tuesday is my long day at work (I'm employed part time, doing 18.5 hours over 3 days), the rest of the time, my writing is my work. I've created my characters and have a basic framework upon which to hang events. I know roughly where I intend to go with the story and I have a theme and a style I wish to use. With this book, I want mostly to entertain and amuse; so I'm aiming primarily for comedy. Having previously written only short spells of funny stuff, I've no idea how I'll perform on a longer work. But, hell, that's the whole point of this: to set yourself a challenge.
It's a self challenge. You're not in competition with other writers in this forum. The idea is for each individual writer (and it's estimated there'll be over 250,000 of us!) to set out to do the very best they can in the time allocated.
So, I invite you all to join me as I make this journey. If you're a wannabee novelist who has never had the courage, determination, will or opportunity to begin that opus you've carried in your head, I suggest you use this as the stepping stone to completion of your dream. The link for the supporting site is http://www.nanowrimo.org/en/dashboard  and it's a five minute job to register. You have until midnight tonight to join in the fun.
If you're a reader with no pretentions toward writing, then I invite you to follow my progress and ask for your support in the form of comments as I feed you the daily progress.
I'm making a public declaration of this aim, and I stand to make a fool of myself if I don't manage at least the 50,000 words, but I'm taking the risk in the hope that something good and useful will come out of the effort.
Wish me luck. I'm going to need it!

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Thursday, 23 June 2011

Stuart's Daily Word Spot: Epigraph


Epigraph: noun - superscription of a letter or book; imprint on a title page; an inscription on a tomb, building or statue; a legend on a coin; motto.

‘The grave of Spike Milligan bears an epigraph characteristic of the comic’s humour; “I told you I was ill”.’


Nothing suitable on Zemanta, so a picture from Crete, with absolutely no connection to the word defined.
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Monday, 20 June 2011

Stuart's Daily Word Spot: Oasis

Sahara desert from space.Image via Wikipedia
Oasis: noun - fertile place in a desert where water is found; place or period of calm in the middle of trouble or fuss; the proprietary name for a rigid foam used in flower arranging.

‘It’s pure coincidence that this word should come up for definition today, since I’ve just employed 2,500 words or so describing the adventures of one of my protagonists trapped in an oasis in a desert in the imagined land of my epic fantasy.’

‘Mrs Woebegone, a stalwart of the Mothers’ Union, refused point blank to use Oasis for her flower arrangements, referring to the device as a cheat and an unnatural aid. Of course, all her companions thought the foam blocks were brilliant for making their arrangements stay fresh and in place.’

Pandora had trudged miles with a raging thirst through the desert and was overjoyed, indeed, delirious, when she saw the palm trees that surrounded the oasis ahead.’ 

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Saturday, 18 June 2011

Stuart's Daily Word Spot: Nacre


Nacre: noun - mother-of-pearl.

‘The ornate writing desk, which she bought him as a reward for his success in having his novel published, was inlaid with mahogany, ebony and nacre, which shone with the soft lustre of the sea and inspired him to write more about the sailors she so loved.’

The picture is of the Harbour at Sissi, Crete.

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Sunday, 12 June 2011

Stuart's Daily Word Spot: Byronic hero

Lord Byron at Missolonghi, by Theodoros VryzakisImage via Wikipedia
Byronic hero: A jaded and flawed hero, founded on the life and works of romantic poet, Lord Byron. He is usually erratic, disrespectful, self-destructive. His emotional behaviour often isolates him from the world. Byronic heroes appear throughout literature: Heathcliff is a good example. They are still common in certain types of romance, and the Phantom in the Phantom of the Opera is a relatively contemporary example, though there are doubtless innumerable modern examples.



12 June 1991 – Boris Yeltsin became first democratically elected President of Russia.
For all that he was perceived as a drunk and a buffoon in some circles, and was undeniably eccentric, he was a symbol of the emergence of the USSR from its communist straightjacket and into the modern political clothing of democracy. Still far to go before the corruption of the past is purged and yet to throw off the traditional urge to appoint a dictatorial figure as a leader, the Russians are slowly modernising their government to bring it into line with contemporary ideas. 

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Friday, 10 June 2011

Stuart's Daily Word Spot: Jack

Bowls match in progress at Wookey HoleImage via Wikipedia
Jack: noun - a man, male representative of the common folk, ordinary man; lad, chap; a way of addressing an unknown man; figure, in the form of a man, which strikes a bell on the outside of a clock; sailor; serving man, labourer, odd-job man; lumberjack; military policeman, detective; the knave or lowest court card showing a picture of a male youth; something which saves labour; a device, tool; machine for turning a spit to roast meat; any of various machines consisting of a roller or winch; frame for sawing wood; part of a spinet or harpsichord connecting a key to its corresponding string, and causing the string to be plucked when the key is pressed down; a device, usually portable, for lifting heavy objects, often one used under a vehicle to raise it off the ground; an oscillating lever in a stocking frame or knitting machine; money, five pounds, a five-pound note; in lawn Bowls - the smaller ball used as a target for the players to aim at; the male of various animals, e.g. a male hawk, a male merlin, a male ass kept for breeding mules

‘Jack played cards like a man only half aware; he had a pair of jacks in his hand but jacked it in when he could’ve won the trick.’

‘Danni stood by the Lamborghini as the hired hand placed the jack under the car to change the wheel, so she could be on her way to the gig.’

‘Valerie bowled the jack to the greatest length, knowing her opponent had shown difficulty bowling to the jack at that distance.’

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Saturday, 4 June 2011

Stuart's Daily Word Spot: Bildungsroman

James Joyce, 1 photographic print, b&w, cartes...Image via Wikipedia
Bildungsroman: noun - novel dealing with the subject’s formative years or spiritual education, also known as coming-of-age stories.

‘Among the many bildungsromans extant, I found Joyce’s A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man possibly the most overrated. J.D. Salinger’s The Catcher in the Rye, though flawed, succeeds in being a lot less boring, but The Kite Runner by Khaled Husseini is one of the best modern examples I’ve read.’

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Thursday, 2 June 2011

Writing: 2600 Words Again.

Driffield back gardenImage by stuartaken via FlickrAn early rise and 2600 words flowing from the fingertips before breakfast. The new location makes for some good variations in the narrative and tests the characters. Room for growth here. It was handy that the day started very warm and continued in this way, since I was writing an episode set in a desert.
Later, I spent some time pretending to be a carpenter, altering the way the headboard is fixed to the bed in an effort to make the bed-making a little easier. So long as no one looks too closely (and why would they?) it'll pass muster and looks fine from the normal viewing positions. More importantly, it does the job.
Had lunch in the garden under a sun shining between fluffy clouds and heating the ground to almost sub-tropical temperatures. I'll have more of this, please. I even took my afternoon rest on a sun lounger in the garden. Fortunately, we're relatively private here, so no sniggers at my exposed form from the neighbours. Those blue swimming shorts are the height of fashion, I'll have you know!
This evening I discovered I had allowed the blog posts to get right up to date, with nothing scheduled for tomorrow. So, I had to get more words done for the Daily Word Spot. Managed to prepare enough to take me through to next Wednesday. There's another 2 author interviews awaiting preparation for posting as well, so I'll be busy tomorrow. When am I going to find time to get this new anthology published? It's no good; I'll have to take early retirement so I have time to do the writing. Chance would be a fine thing.

The picture shows the back garden.



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Friday, 27 May 2011

Should I Enter Writing Contests?


It seems some writers are frightened of entering competitions. There are a number of reasons for this: some believe their ideas will be stolen by the organisers, some think the ‘competition’ will be too strong, some believe results are determined by who you know rather than what you write, and some worry that, without a theme, they’ll never be able to second guess the judges’ preferences.
In reply, I say: no organiser is going to steal your ideas (in which there is no copyright anyway), you can’t compete if you don’t enter and you’ll never know if you don’t try, this may happen in one contest in a thousand but the odds are against it, trying to decide what the judges will like is a waste of time; they’re looking for a strong voice with something new to say, that’s all.
Entry fees are sometimes a worry for some. I know of one USA website, which is very strong on writing contest yet advises writers not to enter if there is an entry fee. Rubbish! How are the organisers going to raise the cash for some of the substantial prizes some of them offer, if they make no charge? My only rule on this is that I would never enter a contest where the top prize was not at least 20 times the value of the entry fee. But you can set your own level. One other point: never, ever enter a contest that demands you sign over copyright to the organisers: no reputable organisation would make such a demand. It’s fine if the organisers wish to produce an anthology for sale and want to include some Highly Commended entries with the prize-winners to make up the numbers. Look on that as a chance to have your work published and to include it on your writer’s CV.
Writing contests are a great way of honing your writing skills and often make an excellent home for those stories or poems you haven’t been able to place anywhere else, no matter how good they are.
As far as trying to decide what the judge will like is concerned: this is a waste of time. I’ve come across judges who are romance specialists in their own writing but who look for anything but romance as prize winners. The only thing you can do is accept that contest writing is always going to be something of a lottery. Just turn in your very best writing; make it fresh and alive and ensure you have a real story to tell, not simply an anecdote wrapped up as a story. Remember; beginning, middle, end. There’s a reason for this rule: it’s been proven to work.
And, finally, many of the competitions will attract the interest of editors and publishers. Don’t you want a leg-up into that magazine or publishing house? If you treat competitions as opportunities and positive challenges rather than as something to avoid or fear, you might just surprise yourself.
I’ve won more money from contest prizes than I have from stories published in magazines. Which reminds me; time to get some more entries in.
Now, if you’re inspired, click on the ‘Writing Contests’ tab above and see if anything amongst the links takes your fancy. I look forward to competing with you for the cash and the kudos. Good luck to all those who try, I say.

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Tuesday, 10 May 2011

Writing: Not the Novel, but a Short Story

No writing done on the epic fantasy tonight, but a short story, using characters and locations from the novel, prepared for reading at my writing group tomorrow night.
That's it for tonight.
But I invite you to take a look at the website on this link: it's a salutary, and fascinating lesson.
http://www.breathingearth.net/


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Tuesday, 3 May 2011

Stuart's Daily Word Spot: Short Story


Short Story: noun – a form of fiction in which, ideally, an event or series of events interacts with a character in such a way that the character undergoes some change, small or large; any short piece of fiction not long enough to be considered a novelette or novel; a tale, as opposed to an anecdote; a short form of fiction with a beginning, a middle and an end.

And, instead of an illustrative sentence, seems to make sense to provide an illustrative example. One of my own: 

Not the Type to Murder His Wife

Charles, murder Madge for another woman? Ludicrous. Makes you wonder what they were thinking: the police and the court. He’s not the type. Not to murder his wife. Not for passion. Only have to look at him to know he’s the very stuff of decency and stolid convention.
Hair cropped short and never out of place, Brylcreemed down to a glossy mat. Smart suit, white shirt, dark regimental tie and polished shoes buffed until you can see your face in them. Which, by the way, you’re likely to just before said shoe smacks into you, should you dare insult him. Short moustache, permanently stained with nicotine like the tips of the fingers on his right hand. Clean cut nails that can undo small screws or unpick staples.
Of course, he did always say, ‘Madge has a mind as deep…as a puddle of mud and the soul…of a brown boot.’
Big in the Women’s Institute, was Madge. Wore tweeds, would you believe? Made real jam, sponge cakes light as air, proper biscuits. Never break a tooth on Madge’s cookies. Into good causes: save the local hunt, retirement homes for lame otter hounds, that sort of thing. Pillar of the local church: well in with the vicar and his wife.
Big boned woman: heavy. Dark moustache like a line of exclamation marks on her upper lip. Sort of hairy echo of her domineering way of speaking, I suppose. To everyone except Charles.
Good to Charles, she was. Devoted. Warmed his slippers, cleaned his pipe, ironed his Telegraph flat. Meat and two veg every day and a proper roast with Yorkshires on Sundays. Every Friday night she’d pour him a scotch, with a tiny drop of water the way he likes it, before she went up to bed. ‘I’ll be ready and waiting, my dear.’
‘Need more than a ruddy scotch,’ he’d say and we’d laugh.
Perfect wife. And everyone said they were so well suited.
So, folk were shocked when he murdered her. Especially like that. I mean, poor woman, she’d have been mortified. Modest was Madge. Found her in the bath wearing nothing but a natural sponge and an electric fan heater. Hair stood up like stalagmites, they said. Blew all the circuits in the house.
And, I ask you, for what? A blonde tart with legs up to her armpits. Skirts; more like pelmets, wouldn’t cover a ha’penny, if you know what I mean. And a cleavage fit to hide in. Pretty enough face, for a tart. Mind you, wouldn’t do to let Charles hear you call her that. He’d as soon break your neck.
Never any violence in Charles. Wouldn’t harm a fly, as they say. Gentleman. Always holds the door open for a lady and won’t take no cheek. Saw him skelp a young lass once for calling Madge, ‘Fatty.’ Sorted her out. No, wouldn’t stand for anyone giving lip, our Charles.
Apparently, Madge caught them at it. Charles and this blonde. Can’t picture Charles without clothes. Always see him in pin stripes with razor sharp creases, crisp white shirt, very smart and dashing. Had his socks on, though, she said. English, you know. Just can’t see it; not Charles.
Madge said he was grunting like a pig! She could be a bit funny sometimes. I think she imagined that bit. Said the tart was moaning fit to bust. And on clean sheets. She’d only changed the bed that morning. Went out to the Institute to enter her jam tarts and came home to him entering a tart. Naked and gasping on her cream fitted cotton: the ones with jacquard lace edges. So nice. She showed me them the day they came from the catalogue. Lovely.
Big breasts, of course. And blonde, like I said. They always are. Mind you, Madge said it was peroxide: cuffs and collars, if you understand my meaning. Don’t know what men see in them. But then, that’s men for you.
Hadn’t even closed the curtains. I mean, anyone could’ve seen in if they’d been in the garden, you know: standing on tiptoes. Anyone. I know Brutus would have their leg off but that’s no guarantee, is it? Suppose Brutus knew them? He’s a lovely dog; friendly enough if you know how to treat him. They were those blue paisley curtains from Harpers in the High Street. The ones they had on offer last March. Very pretty. I helped her hang them.
Didn’t bat an eyelid, apparently. Made no effort to move after Charles got off her. Madge almost chucked the vase of dahlias at her but she didn’t want to make the bed wet. That big crystal one with the fleur-de-lys motif. Charles’s dahlias, from the border by the shed in the bottom corner. Lovely shades of red. Always good in the garden, Charles.
Just finished, stood, and put his clothes on without a word. Left them to it, she said. Madge didn’t know where to look, poor thing. I mean, she wouldn’t, would she? Just turned her back and told her to get out.
Friday night… this all happened on Wednesday… she poured his scotch as usual. ‘I’m going to have a bath, dear. Take your time: I want to luxuriate in that new Sensual Jasmine from the Avon lady. Why not have another, when you’ve finished? Then I’ll have time to warm the bed.’
Last words he ever heard her speak, I imagine.
Never locked the bathroom door, you know. She told me: open house for Charles. Not any more. Ten years he got. Be out in six with good behaviour. I’ll be waiting.
Charles is such a lovely man, blonde tarts aside. Madge was good to him and she didn’t really deserve that. But it was too good a chance to miss. He need never know. Do his time for the blonde. Come out older and wiser.
I expect Madge was a bit shocked, really, to see me standing there with the electric fan heater. Charles must’ve been a bit shocked, too, when he stumbled through the dark and found her. Of course, I’d gone by then. Actually, her last word was, ‘Aghhh!’ or something that sounded like that.
-ends-
Of course, being a Brit, a bit of a rebel, and prone to break the rules, I don’t necessarily follow all the conventions noted above. But I hope you enjoy this story, regardless.

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Friday, 22 April 2011

Writing Going Well

This morning, before giving my wife breakfast in bed, I wrote 2000 words of Ch22 of the fantasy. So, what have I been doing all day since then? Well, had to replace a power socket in my study, as the one that serves my computer stuff was making ominous sparking noises and I prefer not to run the risk of having the house burn down. I've written and scheduled 8 blog posts, so I can concentrate on the real writing for a while. I've  promoted my new romance anthology - see the post below this one.
Done some reading - currently reading a book by one of my writing group colleagues, Beneath the Shining Mountains, by Linda Acaster.
And, now, I'm going to have some drinks with my brother and his wife, just for some music, fun and relaxation.

Today's picture is of an old drovers' lane in the North Yorkshire Dales.
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Tuesday, 12 April 2011

Writing - Not Today

Regulars will know I rarely write on a Monday, due to longer hours at work and an evening spent at dance classes with my wife. And many will be aware I've been suffering CFS for over 7 years. Unfortunately, this condition, which never completely disappears, has returned this week due to a combination of slight over-exertion and some stress- causing incidents. As a result, I left work early today, so I could take the only action that has any positive effect in these circumstances; i.e. rest.
So, no writing tonight. I've dealt with my emails and followed-up on the author interview from yesterday, as I commit to this with every author interview I present.  But, for now, the only option is more rest. Perhaps tomorrow might permit some actual writing. I shall have to wait and see.
In the meantime, here's another local picture to please, inspire or inform.
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Sunday, 10 April 2011

Writing Goes Well: Printer Knackered.

The writing continues to go well and I've finished Ch19, which runs to 5043 words and ends on page 190. So, a good day's work there.
Had a great walk with Valerie this morning, taking a 15 mile drive to a local village and walking along single track rural roads and an abandoned railway line with no track. Peaceful and spiritually uplifting. We did just 4 miles and returned home to have lunch in the back garden under a fine warm sun.
This afternoon, Valerie was trying to print from the laptop on my printer in the study. For some inexplicable reason, the printer would not respond. initially it seemed the spooler was at fault but I managed to cure that. Then the system said that there was no printer driver. I jumped through all the hoops and tried all the so-called 'help' solutions, but to no avail. Finally, I decided the best solution was to uninstall and then reinstall the printer, using the CD supplied. Big mistake! It uninstalled in a trice. But, since buying the printer, 3 years ago, I've updated the OS from Vista to Windows 7 and the CD won't install to the new OS. So, I tried online and got precisely nowhere.
Looks like the only solution is to buy a new printer. So, I go online to compare features of the various printers I might want to buy, but can I find a useful site for this? No, they all want to give me price comparisons, when what I need is somewhere that tabulates all the various features so I can quickly assess the most likely to suit my purposes. Is this too much to ask? In the process of looking, however, it's become clear I'm probably best off getting a mono laser for my text and a cheapish all-in-one inkjet for the colour work.
Ah, would that life were simpler!
The picture was taken on our walk this morning.
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Thursday, 31 March 2011

R.S. Charles, Author, Interviewed.


Please tell us a little about yourself, Richard.

Hi! My ‘nom de plume’ is R.S. Charles and I am a writer and novelist.
I developed an interest in language from a very early age. My mother was German and my father was Cornish, so I was fortunate enough to spend my early childhood in both Germany and England. I also lived in Paris and Montpellier in France. I consider myself to be a true European.
After an English Grammar School education, I went to University and studied French, which I subsequently taught, along with German and English, for 25 years.
Having spent 15 of those years as Head of a large Modern Languages Faculty in an inner- city Community College, I wanted to experience life outside the harness of education, so my long-term partner and I decided to buy and run a small, seaside Hotel.
We are presently living in our home town, Plymouth, England, with our two dogs and cat.
So, how would others describe me? I can be grumpy, feisty, and impatient, but also sociable and fun. Being a typical ‘Libran’, I like things to be balanced and fair. I still have a strong sense of humour, though life’s trials and tribulations have knocked it about somewhat. I am a very open person and narrowly missed out on the post of Deputy Head in my first school by naively telling the interviewing panel that fellow staff referred to me as the ‘Head of Light Entertainment’ because I made them laugh so much! I still impersonate many of them to this day.

Tell us about Whispering Palms in a few sentences.

It’s a mystery/suspense novel with a ‘liberal sprinkling of racy romance’. The intrigue takes place on a remote, paradise island where the rich and anonymous entertain themselves by interfering in each others’ lives. It’s the first novel in a Trilogy. And with such suitable ingredients as glitz, glamour, greed, lust and blackmail, all tangled up in a web of hypocrisy and deceit, readers seem to think it would make a good mini-series/soap. I do too!

How did you come to write this particular book?

During our time at the hotel, I used to sit at the Reception desk and give a running commentary on the comings and goings of guests to amuse myself and others. One afternoon, I decided to write down my observations. I sat at the computer, allowed my imagination to embellish my thoughts, turned fact into fanciful fiction, and was soon surprised to find I’d produced enough material for at least one chapter of a novel. After that, there was no going back.

If you have a favourite character in your novel, why that particular one?

I love all my characters, ranging from the English aristocrats to the enigmatic, foreign visitors who meander in and out of their lives. I couldn’t pick a favourite. I don’t really feel there is a main character. After all, “Everyone has a past and everyone has a reason to be there.”

Where and when is your novel set and why did you make these specific choices?

The year is 1986 and the setting is a remote, secluded island in the Caribbean. Both these facts are of little real significance since, being so isolated, the cloistered community regards itself as merely being ‘somewhere in the Tropics’, does not take kindly to strangers or change, and chooses to continue to live by old Colonial values. It is as though they permanently exist in the 1950s, or even a time previous to that.

To be honest, I gave little thought to the actual time or place for the novel. I am a visual writer and simply imagined an opulent, old-fashioned lifestyle in a sun-drenched paradise. Perhaps the Caribbean cruise we went on in 2001 subconsciously came to the fore? It’s been my only taste of luxury…so far.

Where and how can readers buy your book?

"Whispering Palms" was originally published in hardback in 2010, and can be purchased ‘on-line’ from all Amazon outlets, WH Smith, (cheapest option), Barnes & Noble, and Waterstones. Some branches stock it ‘in-store’.
 
It is also now available for immediate download on Amazon Kindle, for PC, iphone, pad, Android and other e-readers, as well as cell phones/mobiles and Smartphones, and Nook from Barnes&Noble.
(I love phrases like ‘on-line’ and ‘in-store’. Currently, one can apparently throw any incongruous words together to suit one’s purpose! And now I’m sounding too much like one of my characters!)

What qualities are needed by a successful writer?

I could trot out all sorts of clichés, but nowadays, the whole notion of ‘successful writing’ in relation to novels largely depends on publishers and marketing. Some of the best writers probably aren’t ever published. Their work is still languishing in slush piles. And a good number of those who are published don’t receive enough exposure and get lost in the crowd.

Writing is like painting. You have to immerse people in what you have created. You have to appeal to someone. Different writers do this in different ways. And what appeals to one reader/publisher won’t necessarily appeal to another. All your efforts can be of little value if you don’t get the breaks, regardless of your qualities!

What is your working method?

I have the luxury of usually being able to write when I want to write. There is no routine. If the creative juices are flowing, it’s time to write, even in the middle of the night. If not, forget it! As far as actual ‘method’ is concerned, I always maintain that “Whispering Palms” wrote itself. I merely had some characters and an idea. Each time I sat down to write, the characters took over, did what they wanted to do, said what they wanted to say, and dealt with the situations they had put themselves in. Most of the time, I consciously had no idea what was going to happen until I wrote it.
It sounds glib, but planning and organisation were sketchy. Knowing one’s characters is the key to gauging their reactions, behaviour, dialogue, and the outcome of their follies. Also, being a mystery novel, there was a puzzle to solve. All the clues had to be there. Readers hate random reasoning. Fortunately, everything seemed to fall into place at the big reveal. Perhaps more by luck than judgement!
A Senior Police Officer wrote to me and said he had read the novel while he was off work, incapacitated with a bad back. He openly admitted all the clues were there, but he’d failed to solve the mystery. He had one desperate question, but I won’t tell you what that was. The answer is the key to the puzzle! I have to say, however, that I am finding the sequel to “Whispering Palms” more difficult to write. Having had one novel published, the pressure seems greater. This time I have a plot and I know the ending. Getting there is not so easy!

What single biggest mistake do beginners to writing make?

Putting all you have into your first novel!

To what extent are grammar and spelling important to a writer?

To me, any writer must endeavour to be a master of the basic mechanics of his or her own language; spelling, grammar, punctuation. It allows confidence and fluency. Relying on correction devices provided by modern computers is risky. Context and dialogue may influence style and language. “Fragment-consider revising” flashing at you is not helpful when you know what you have written is perfectly acceptable!
We all need to check spelling now and again, but if one word is spelt in several different ways, a writer should at least know which one to use. And if you leave it all to editors, they may re-write your book. BUT, we are all human. Commas are still somewhat of a mystery to me. And somehow the phrase ‘piece of mind’ found its way into the hard copy of “Whispering Palms”. Ooops!

How much revision of your MS do you do before you send it off?

I like to edit as I go, and give my work another thorough edit and check when finished. You can, however, do too much and change things for the sake of it, only to change them back again to what you originally wrote. I find working to an edit deadline quite pressurising. I made the mistake of working for long periods when I was tired. Not to be advised!

To what extent do you think genre is useful in the publishing world?

Genre allows writers to be pigeon-holed and readers to easily select what they wish to read. It can, however, be restrictive. If we wish to sell books, should we write what we wish to write and are comfortable with, or should we ‘go with the flow’ and venture into other genres which appear to be in vogue at the time? Many writers cross genre boundaries nowadays, and some readers never explore genres they are not familiar with. They rely on their favourite authors to continually produce novels which are similar in style and content to previous work. They like to feel ‘safe’.
One of my proofreaders told me that mystery novels ‘were not for her’. (Un)fortunately, she enjoyed “Whispering Palms” so much, she forgot she was actually proofreading it!

Marketing is often considered a chore. What is your opinion on this issue and how do you deal with it?

Don’t get me started on this one! I’ll say no more!

How do you know where to begin any given story?

Just pitch in. Start at the end, or in the middle. Have flashbacks. Look into the future. Run two storylines simultaneously. The rules have gone out of the window. Who knows? The main thing is to hook the reader from page one.

What sort of displacement activities keep you from actually writing?

I’m quite lucky, I suppose. I write when I’m in the mood. Of course, everyday life interferes now and then. We have dogs to walk, chores to do, and we even socialise occasionally. I don’t really have hobbies as such. Writing has become my passion. I watch much less television now, but networking on social websites can waste an inordinate amount of time and become totally addictive.
Recently, my writing has been greatly hindered by a dodgy, temperamental computer. On days I’ve wished to write, it has refused to work, and when it felt like working, I didn’t have the inspiration. I had a new ‘mouse’, and a new ‘memory’ installed, as both were not functioning properly. And then, to top it all, the hard drive mangled itself, out of the blue, a week later. The air was blue. I hadn’t saved the last 4,000+ words I had written to a back-up memory stick, only to the hard drive. I assumed I didn’t immediately need to. The computer had just been repaired. I have lost two pivotal chapters of my sequel, which I really laboured to write. They were leading to the big ‘reveal’ and had to be ‘just right’. Eventually they were.
Unfortunately, these chapters cannot be retrieved. Professionals have tried. I still haven’t come to terms with that. All that work for nothing! It’s going to take me a while to face the challenge of trying to re-create something I was really happy with. There’s a lesson there for everyone.

Do you have support from family and friends, or a writing group?

Generally, my friends and family are encouraging. At times, however, they think I become too obsessed with what I’m doing. And they are right!
I belong to ‘on-line’ writing groups for social interaction and moral support.

Is presentation of the MS as important as agents and publishers suggest?

I think you should give it your best shot. You are presenting yourself and your work. Often, you only have one chance to make an impression. Even then, you are competing with everybody else. If your presentation is good that’s at least something in your favour.

How long does it normally take you to write a novel?

It varies. “Whispering Palms” took about a year, but I also had a job at the time. I’ve nearly finished my WIP, and that has taken about the same time. The present project has been plagued by different problems, mostly to do with technology!

What are your inspirations?

Pictures, photographs, paintings, places, people, films. I am, as I have said, a visual writer. I need to be able to see and feel what I am writing about, albeit in my imagination. Before that can happen, there will have been some sort of stimulus. I am a great ‘people-watcher’. Well, that’s my excuse for spending so much time in cafes.
When I initially re-read the chapters I have now ‘lost’, I experienced exactly the atmosphere I wanted to be immersed in. Something has to inspire a writer to find the right words to fluently create the scene (s)he wishes to convey, rather like an artist needs to find exactly the right blend of colours to produce the picture (s)he wishes to paint.

If there’s a single aspect to writing that really frustrates you, what is it?

Having to use a computer! As much as it helps, it hinders. My scribble is not presentable enough, and publishers have ‘guidelines’.

Is there an aspect of writing that you really enjoy?

I really enjoy the experience of losing myself in the world of my imagination. If you can’t be where you want to be, write about it. If you are not able to be who you want to be, write about it. If you’re not doing what you want to do, write about it.

Do you think writing is a natural gift or an acquired skill?

I don’t want to discourage anyone, but in my opinion, we are all born to do some things well. Other things we have to work at. I spent years interviewing people for teaching posts in my department. Some candidates were extremely well qualified or had years of experience, but they weren’t natural teachers. Other candidates were less experienced, less well qualified, but had that ‘special something’. I knew it as soon as I met them. And that was not about me, it was about them. They may have needed a little guidance, but they were definitely born to teach.
Writers are the same. Some slog away and need to acquire skills to be competent. For others, it’s a breeze. Anyway, who’s to judge? If it’s what you want to do, and readers like what you write, who really knows how you got there? I doubt there’s ever been a good writer who has not been rejected many times!

What are you writing now?

I am just completing the sequel to “Whispering Palms”. It carries directly on from the last page of the first novel.

Do you have a website or blog that readers can visit?

My website,  www.mymysterybooks.com   has just be revamped and contains all the necessary useful links to blogs and further information. Please check it out.

Given unlimited resources, what would be your ideal writing environment?

A luxury mansion, surrounded by palm trees, overlooking the beach on a sun-drenched tropical island. Sound familiar?

Where do you actually write?

We live in a rambling period property, and I used to have the back bedroom, (complete with bed and cosy chairs), overlooking our lovely garden and neighbouring park as my office. But now, needs must, and it has been converted into a guest room. I’ve been relegated to a corner in the back ‘parlour’! The desk and computer fit snugly into the alcove which looks out onto an old, cobbled lane.
Thank God for my imagination!

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