Turkey’s in the oven, ham already done, lego EVERYWHERE, a fairy has moved into our house via our fairy door…
All set for Doctor Who later on.
Happy Christmas everyone.
I’m sitting here surrounded by boxes and the contents of our kitchen, as our kitchen is part-way through renovation. (Kitchen of Doom, as I have dubbed it, although in all seriousness it appears to be going very smoothly and will be lovely when finished.)
It got me thinking about workmanship, and that part of writing which is getting down to it, doing the work, and fixing it if everything goes wrong. Not that the kitchen has gone wrong. But it is currently stripped back as far as it can possibly go. Pipes and wires and holes in the floor stripped back.
Everything went wrong with the WIP. Well, sort of. And not actually everything. It was one of those moments, 25k words in when you go “oooooh, those characters don’t work like that. They’ll work like this.” But getting them to work like “this” means going right back to the beginning. Yes, from almost a third of the way into the book. As in back to 2k words right at the beginning. It sounds like the end of the world, doesn’t it?
But actually, strangely (and writers’ brains, as you probably know, are very strange places), it turned out to be a MASSIVE relief. When I tell people they look at me as if I’m about to cry and they’ll need to get out a mop and bucket, and maybe find some sedatives. It probably disturbs them more therefore when I laugh, kind of manically, and any “no! It’s brilliant! I couldn’t be happier!”
Because I know what’s up with the main characters now. Their conflict is right there for me. I know its source, I know their emotions, and I finally know where we’re going.
That 23k isn’t lost. I’ll still be able to do something with it, use parts of it etc. Since I made this change I’ve gone from eeking out 500k wordcounts to 1400k the other day. It’s exhilerating.
Which brings me back to workmanship (by a roundabout route). If the basic underlying structure of something isn’t right, you’ve got to strip it right back to the foundations and start again. Even if it hurts. Even if there’s such a long way back to go.
It’s so SO much better in the end.
So as I’ve said in the past couple of weeks I’m stuck into some serious writing. Or at least I would be if it was going the way it’s supposed to.
Ah but things rarely go the way in which they are “supposed to”. Especially when it comes to writing.
I don’t work easily to a plan. My brain doesn’t work that way. Sometimes I get a full story and can write from beginning to end. Sometimes it’s more out of a magical mystery tour.
Stories don’t always do what we want or what we expect. That goes for writers as well as readers. I have always been what’s known as a “pantser”, a writer who writes “by the seat of their pants”. And sometimes the story only comes to me out of sync. I get the interesting scenes, the shiny bits, the things that want and need to be said. Later on, I have to play a game of join the dots.
And this particular WIP is giving me this mystery tour in spades.
It’s not a problem. But it’s a bit of a pain. And I keep looking at the last WIP I completed a draft of, back in early Spring, which jumped pretty much fully formed from my head to the page (ick), and thinking some quite regretful thoughts. I’m sure I had some pointed comments about it at the time though. I can’t remember them now. Now it’s that perfect paragon who did exactly what I wanted.
This one on the other hand…
Every story is different. Every plot and every character. And every writing process. It’s an adventure every time. That’s what makes writing so much fun.
I’ll just keep telling myself that.
(this also serves to further give evidence that I aten’t ded yet).
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In other less serious news, can someone explain what on earth possessed me to get two cookery books and a sewing book out of the library today when I have a book to write and characters who are not cooperating with me???
At the moment I am aiming for 500 words a day. It isn’t very much but I’m working on the theory that any number of words is a positive thing and if I go over the 500 that’s extra-amazing. I’m also working on getting the feel of the book and the characters right.
I have tried plotting. And I keep my “plot” as an overall guideline but basically I know the beginning and the end, maybe a couple of things I want to include and the characters. Everything else is a grey area. Anything can happen. I think I know what I want to happen next but on the other hand it’s entirely possible the characters will turn around and go “Nah, I’m off to do this instead.” It has happened before and I know without a doubt that it will happen again. This is what writers mean when they talk about the voices in their heads or the characters feeling real to them. The subconscious storyteller often heads off in more interesting directions.
Another thing about this story is that it is the second in a series, the first being “A Crack in Everything” which is coming out next year, so part of the process is to reread that first. It has been a while and it’s becoming something of a voyage of discovery, reintroducing myself to these characters who I adore. While at the same time they frustrate me, defy me, talk back to me and generally sass each other.
For example I wrote about 500 words yesterday of a brother winding up a sister while eating a steak sandwich with extra mustard. Will it stay in the book? Probably not. But it was important for me, as the writer, because I was right in the minds of those two characters, could see what made them tick, how they felt about each other and most of all his sense of humour. I’m not even sure it will be important in the long run – they aren’t major characters – but it was fun.
Writing is about exploration of character as much as storytelling. It’s about getting yourself right inside the mind of another being and having a look around. But you arent’ some kind of puppet-master. If I try to make my characters do something they don’t want to, they come out dull and flat. If I let them show me what they want to do, if I go along for the ride, then I learn a whole lot more.
So that’s where I am at the moment. Still here.
To quote Granny Weatherwax….
At last I can share the news I have been sitting on until all the i’s were dotted and the t’s crossed.
Then we’ll all do a happy dance, okay?
I’m writing a new YA series for O’Brien Press, set in Dublin and its surroundings (although probably ranging further afield as well) featuring the folklore of the Sidhe, the Irish fairies, and their angelic and demonic cousins. I’m so excited for this one as it has been a while in the making and I’m so delighted to be working with O’Brien Press. I’ll post more about it’s inception and the world these characters inhabit as we get nearer the time. I can’t wait to share it all with you.
The first book in the series “A Crack in Everything” will be out towards the end of next year.
And now for that happy dance, let us all run amok!
In a world of isolated island communities, a thousand years after Earth’s apocalyptic flood, Princess Victoria and her robot mentor, King Henry, recruit a ragtag band of airship adventurers to help her fight the military traitors who intend to murder her family and enslave the kingdom.
Victoria has spent all of her sixteen years in a secluded palace on Ben Nevis Island under the protection of King Henry, one of the three original robots programmed by the ancestors to rule the flooded planet Earth. She’s safe there, but her family and their intelligent clockwork servants treat her like the tomboy child she used to be—and sometimes still is. She yearns to fly away in one of the great iron airships to see the world.
It seems too good to be true when Henry asks Victoria to board the Royal Airship Elizabeth, with him disguised as her robot footman, and fly over the sea to meet the Lord of Ireland. Victoria jumps at the chance for an adventure and they take to the skies together. But the world is a dangerous place. Air pirates prowl trade routes, and slaver fleets cross the oceans to raid unprotected islands. The Royal Navy is building up to a war, and Henry’s old friend, the Lord of Ireland, is accused of giving safe harbor to pirates. Victoria and Henry must overcome them all in order to make their way home to a kingdom that might not still be standing.
So I came up with some questions for David, all about writing, this book and what his plans are.
I learned to read early and inhaled books as if they were oxygen, so it was the most natural thing in the world for me to want to be a writer when I grew up. But I wanted to do other things with my life too. Mostly, I wanted to go to sea. I still started writing my first novel at sixteen when I was still at school, but I didn’t have a clue what the story would be about and only got about halfway down the first page.
My next attempt came ten years later, while I was watchkeeping somewhere in the Arctic Ocean. Working conditions were rough and writing fiction was an escape from uncomfortable reality, but that one wasn’t much better that my first and it died at the end of its opening chapter. I wrote lots of other things. Mainly work stuff, with some articles and satirical poetry in my downtime, but what I was really hungry for was to be a novelist.
That started in earnest after I came home from sea, quite badly injured. It took me several years to regain mobility, and what stopped me from going mad during that time was learning how to write. I still inhaled novels, but now I was inhaling How To Write books too. The good, the bad and the ugly, I read them all. By the time I was sitting up in bed, I was writing my apprenticeship novel. By the time I was in a wheelchair, I’d finished its first draft. By the time I was walking with sticks, it was polished to a high gleam and I was submitting it.
There were several, all of them superb storytellers, but I think the two most influential were Rosemary Sutcliff (The Eagle of the Ninth) and Alexander Kent (the Nelson’s navy Bolitho novels).
For enthusiastic storytelling extravagance: Neil Gaiman. For wonderfully imagined distant futures and pasts: Philip Reeve. And for beautifully lyrical writing and characters I’d love to meet: you, Ruth Frances Long. 😀
A yearning for my old freedom of movement around the globe, transposed in my imagination to the skies on great steam-driven airships and the smaller, faster vessels of air pirates and adventurers.
My day starts early. When my world is ideal I do thirty minutes yoga breathing up on our roof garden around dawn. It’s the only part of our gardens our two big dogs can’t reach, so they can’t disturb my relaxed state with their curious wet noses. Zen’s a good way to start any day, but I have to admit I’m a fair weather yogic. Then it’s breakfast at the keyboard while I catch up with emails. Then I write. It’s a nice morning routine, but to be honest the only things I must have before I start writing is a glass of fresh orange juice and my daily jug of strong, black, Italian coffee.
These days I don’t plan everything in detail the way I used to, but I do make a skeleton outline. Just as a rough guide and to know where and when the ending will be. I’ve discovered the joy of learning more about my characters and their worlds as we go.
For the honesty and wisdom. I believe many of us are at our most honest and wise when we’re teenagers. Later on other stuff weighs us down and can make us forget, but it’s still there beneath the world’s nonsense and when it shines out it’s what I enjoy most about myself and others. I like and respect that in my readers.
Great iron airships! Steam engines! Sky pirates! Intelligent robots! Adventure! Brass and glass and leather and lace! An untamed world and the freedom to explore it! What’s not to love?
Melody Gardot’s My One and Only Thrill
Yes, several, and all of them YA. I have a trilogy of space opera novellas coming out this winter, the first of which is scheduled for release in December. I’m working with Dayna Hart, my lovely Taliesin editor, on Gifted, which is a neo-gothic timeslip fantasy. Then there are two more novels lined up, one epic fantasy and one science fiction story that Lea Griffith and I plan to co-author. Then it’ll be time for the next book in the Sky Ships series. Wow. Looks a lot all listed in the harsh light of day like that, doesn’t it? I’d better start writing. J
Thanks David. So glad to have you visit the blog. And I couldn’t agree more on the airships!!!
David Bridger settled with his family and their two monstrous dogs in England’s West Country after twenty years of ocean-based mischief, during which he worked as a lifeguard, a sailor, an intelligence gatherer and an investigator in the Royal Navy. He writes science fiction and fantasy for teens.
Octocon is coming (11th to the 13th October), in the Camden Court Hotel in Dublin. This year they have a very cool app to keep everyone up to date on what’s on where and who will be there.
These are my panels but I’ll be around both days. Makes sure to say hello if you’re there. And if you aren’t there, you really should be!
John Madden, Peadar Ó Guilín (m), Ruth Frances Long
Picking good books for kids.
Ruth Frances Long (m), Leann Hamilton, Maura McHugh, Alan Nolan
True Irish Myths, Legends, and Fairy-tales
Ruth Frances Long (m), Dr. Noirin Curran, Gerry McEvoy, Robert McGregor, Lynda Rucker
On Twitter… everyone can hear you scream
Ruth Frances Long (m), Deirdre Thronton, Paul Shortt, Joanne Stanley, Danielle Lavigne, Susan Griffith
#TheRiseOfFemaleFandom
Ruth Frances Long, Catherine Sharp (m), Deirdre Thronton, Paul Shortt
Is the growth in YA books here to stay, or is it a bubble?
Forgive me for not being around much of late, but I’m back with some amazing news. I just found out that The Treachery of Beautiful Things is on the Booklist Top 10 Romance Fiction for Youth: 2013.
That sound you can hear is me Squeeing at a pitch only bats can hear…
Back again soon hopefully with some more great news!
Here’s another of those cool things I’ve been meaning to tell you. So excited about this one as I’m a big fan of the Skiffy and Fanty Show and recently I recorded a podcast with them, all about The Treachery of Beautiful Things, and folklore, and storytelling, and… all sorts of things. It was great.
(I’m late telling you guys because of holidays. My holidays were rather wonderful and I didn’t do a lot of things. I have a multitude of photos which I have to put together in some sort of manageable format and link).
hee – they called me the fairy queen! Don’t tell Titania.
No seriously, please don’t tell her.