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How to Turn (Another) Idea into a Novel…

Posted on 19/02/2017 by  GingerTom  ( x Hide posts by GingerTom )


A little while ago, I wrote about the inspiration behind my last book ‘Death on a Dirty Afternoon’ which came out in November. With three other books currently germinating away (ie being written), I hadn’t intended embarking on another one just yet, however…

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Fiction writing 101: the fluffy pink cloud of early sobriety (and writing first drafts)

Posted on 30/01/2017 by  Jennifer1976  ( x Hide posts by Jennifer1976 )


When I was in early sobriety, I heard people talking about a 'fluffy pink cloud'. It's that high that recovering alcoholics get when they've put down the bottle and life appears to be falling back into place again - you feel excited about waking up in the morning, and full of hope for the days and weeks ahead (or at least not as full of fear as before). Not everybody goes through this, but I did. It started when I was a few weeks sober, and carried on for a good few months. In that time, I felt alive again. I sang songs in my head as I waited for the bus to to to work, and I looked forward to the weekends where I would drink tea instead of vodka and chat with fellow recovering alcoholics, safe in the knowledge that I had found my tribe. Life was safe again, and I relished every moment, absorbing the goodness and joy in the world around me.

There is also a saying in Alcoholics Anonymous: this too shall pass.

And pass it did. The fluffy pink cloud doesn't last forever, and it can be a double-edged sword. Whilst it is there, it can help you stay sober, to stay away from the booze one day at a time, but there will come a time when it starts to disperse and everyday life just becomes everyday life, in all its grey, tedious and worrisome glory. And that is when the real work of staying sober begins.

But fluffy pink clouds exist everywhere; they are not exclusive to recovering alcoholics (although I do wonder whether there is something inherent deep in many of our personalities that makes us more prone to them than most).

in my life, I experience many fluffy pink clouds, but the biggest and most glorious of all of them is that high I get when I am writing something I love, something I didn't realise I was capable of. I had it for months when I was writing the first draft of my memoir. I expect I wouldn't have written it if I hadn't experienced that high. It's like a kind of higher power that helps you to believe in yourself, that helps you to plough on and get the job done when the harsh realities of the publishing world and a lack of belief quite frankly would have had you give up at the first hurdle. Fluffy pink clouds are the magic that gets you to the other side without giving up.

And when you've got so far, you're less likely to give up (and that's the point you need to prop your dreams up with the scaffolding of determination and editing tools).

I'm floating on a fluffy pink cloud at the moment. For years, I thought I couldn't write fiction. I thought that maybe I just didn't have the right imagination. Because despite the characters and stories I told myself in my head, they all just seemed to fall apart whenever I tried to get them down on the page. Somehow all the stories I started went the same way. It was almost as if I was trying too hard. So I gave up, and resigned myself to the fact that I couldn't write fiction. No problem, I told myself. I'll just stick to non-fiction. I mean, I've written a memoir. Maybe I could write another? But when I went back to the memoir drawing board, I just kept going over the same old stories again. All roads led back to stories I'd already written.

Now, I guess this is an issue for a lot of writers. You have a something you want to say, and you just keep finding different ways to say it. A lot of writers have themes they keep on going back to. So, I had to find out what the things were I wanted to say, and then it would be easy, right?

Sort of. It still took me many, many attempts to get anywhere with fiction though. I wanted to write about addiction, about teenagers, about sex, about families, and I also wanted to write a damn good comedy. And I was attempting to write about all of these things in one book. It just wasn't going to happen - too much pressure. And I was still trying to write for myself, which was fine for the memoir (to an extent), but what I really needed to do was to branch out and think about audience more.

As soon as I took myself out of the equation, I started to think more objectively about story structure and character arcs, and it was through my reading about the Snowflake method, and authors such as K. M. Weiland and Roz Morris, that I finally had a breakthrough. One night before I went to sleep, I thought out a very sketchy plot involving teenagers, female friendships, absent families and issues surrounding sexual consent. It wasn't a comedy (alas, I shall come back to The Library Letters when I've finished), but I had a few characters I thought could try to mould. It was perfect. I began writing a brief synopsis and plot the next day, and to my amazement, it didn't sound trite, like every other attempt I'd ever made at writing fiction.

The plot's evolved slightly since then, but my passion for the book is still as strong as ever. I'm up to 12,888 words now, and somehow I know this time it's different. It might be the fluffy pink cloud talking, but I don't care. It's helped me to break through the barrier.

I expect the fluffy pink cloud will go pop when I get to around twenty or thirty thousand words (see Emma Darwin's blog post about the twenty thousand word doldrums here), but for now I'm just enjoying the ride.

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New year, new goals

Posted on 05/01/2017 by  Jennifer1976  ( x Hide posts by Jennifer1976 )


For various reasons, I didn't write very much last year at all. At the beginning of the year I was busy with university work, and I got out of the habit of setting my laptop up after the kids were in bed except to write an essay. Then I had a couple of rejections, and I went through a spell of wondering whether my writing is up to scratch and berating myself for not being better at it, while not doing the one thing which is essential - Actual Writing.

That's not to say I didn't produce some decent work in 2016. I edited my memoir a bit, I wrote a handful of short stories, and I started a new fiction project. But really, I think I spent most of the year pottering about, not doing a huge amount, and certainly not committing myself to finishing a project properly. All of it to avoid taking any risks, to avoid another rejection.

Well. Here's a thing for me to learn: rejection is essential for a writer. Not giving up is essential to a writer. Not worrying about what everybody else is doing or thinking is essential for a writer. But what a writer really needs to do above all else, and for better or worse, is to Just Write. (I think I may even have written a whole blog post about it earlier a few months ago?!)

And that's where I'm starting this year. Here's the plan which I Must Stick To:

1. Finish sending the memoir out to agents. I came to a standstill with this last year, because I was putting off getting to the end of the list and then ring at a loss as to what to do. The reality is that I probably will get to the end of the list without finding an agent (although there's always a small chance of success). So what do I need to do? Keep sending stuff out. I can't stay at a standstill forever. Surely at some point I'll come up with a plan? I need to deal with that possibility, not keep putting it off.

2. Look into the WoMentoring Project and pick out a writer/editor/agent who may be willing to help me with editing etc. Then apply.

3. I also think I need some more beta readers for the memoir, so if anybody reading this can help, or know anybody who might be interested, please let me know (obviously happy to return the favour).

4. Write a proper outline for The Library Letters. Now that I've finished reading the K.M. Weiland book, I know exactly what I need to do. However, because I started writing the novel before I had a detailed idea of the plot, it's turned into a big editing job, which I really need to untangle before I start writing again. So, back to the drawing board with characters and plot for this.

5. On the plus side, reading the book on outlining has given me an idea for a YA novel. I've spent some time working on this over Christmas and I have a plot, some characters and an outline - and I've nearly finished writing the first chapter. I want to finish the first draft of this as soon as I can and then see what I'm left with.

6. Read, read, read. This is key to everything, I think. I must read more novels - both modern and classic, plus more books about creative writing. I will also start logging all my reading on goodreads.

So that's that: my writing year in a nutshell. I have other plans too, like applying to do my Diploma in counselling again (but part-time, this time). I also want to gain some more experience for this by doing some volunteering, and I have an interview with my local Victim Support branch next week. And I really want to explore some other areas too - like spirituality. I want to get to grips with mindfulness properly this year (I know, I know, I said this last year too), but I've been reading some stuff by Thich Nhat Hanh which really resonates, and I want to find out more about Zen Buddhism.

I think 2017 is going to be a good year.

And here's my rather ambitious reading pile!

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Review of 2016

Posted on 30/12/2016 by  V`yonne  ( x Hide posts by V`yonne )


Review of 2016

All my news and writings from this year.

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Getting back to basics

Posted on 21/11/2016 by  Jennifer1976  ( x Hide posts by Jennifer1976 )


When I first started writing, I had a plan. It wasn't a particularly detailed plan, but there was a focus to it. I decided, primarily, to write as much as I could, whilst learning about the process of writing at the same time. In the beginning, this was relatively straightforward. The first books about writing that I read were more about tackling your inner editor and giving yourself permission to write - badly, if need be. I read Julia Cameron, Natalie Goldberg, and Anne Lamott. And I got words down on the paper. Then I branched out with my reading and started reading books about different types and genres of writing, and about techniques. And I practiced. It was all very amateur, but it gave me a purpose while I was on maternity leave and my bigger career and life plans were on hold.

Then life got busy again, and I had to scale back on my writing and reading. This year, I've had a couple of knocks to my confidence, and recently I've felt myself turning away from my writing to focus on more everyday things. The main issue has been that I'm at a bit of a crossroads with my writing, and my life in general. If I'm honest with myself, I'd love to be writing all the time, and make it the focus of my career. But sadly, it's not an option for me. I need to train for a career that can help pay the bills, which is why I've chosen to go back to uni and do my psychology conversion course. Only now that it's looming nearer to the start date and I'm quickly running out of all that lovely spare time I had (3 days a week to myself), I'm panicking slightly. I need to make sure I've got my writing time and inspiration in the bag before I start.

So I need to make a new plan for my writing life.

I need to put my memoir on the back burner for a few months (bar the odd submission to agents, because you never know...) and work on a new project. I can do nothing more with it at the moment. So from now on, the only memoir pieces I shall focus on will be shorter pieces for competitions and any other calls for submission that sound interesting.

I need to get back to the comic novel I started (The Library Letters) and really myself a chance with it. I got up to around 17,000 words, but it's got so many plot gaps that I'm a bit stuck. I'm discovering that I'm not really as much of a pantser as I thought. I think I need to structure it more before starting writing again. So I'm going back to the books.

I'm going to start with a series by K. M. Weiland about outlining and structuring novels, and maybe even have a go at the workbooks. I will use this blog to chart about where I am with the project.

I also need to read more generally, which is another little project I am going to set for myself and I'm also going to use my blog to chart it. So, by the end of the year I will read 'Reading Like a Writer' by Francine Prose, and I will also try to finish two fairly easy classic novels that I started earlier in the year and didn't finish: Northanger Abbey and Oliver Twist.

And I hope to be writing again very soon.

(P.S. I must also learn more about blogging and figure out how to make this blog look more professional. I'm so hopelessly non-technically minded that I just keep putting it off. But I shall figure it out!)

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Beating the bullies

Posted on 17/11/2016 by  Jennifer1976  ( x Hide posts by Jennifer1976 )


I was going to make my next post about writers' block, but then I realised it was Anti-bullying Week, so I changed my mind and thought I'd write about bullying instead.

I don't talk about the fact I was a victim of bullying much in real life. Nobody does. It's one of those slightly shameful subjects that makes everyone uncomfortable and embarrassed. It shouldn't be like that, but it is, and we all ought to be better at dealing with it. Victims of bullying get used to keeping quiet, because it makes other people feel better, and often we have a tendency to be people pleasers.

Comments I've had whenever I've alluded to having been bullied over the years (none recently, thankfully) include:

Kids can be so cruel
I bet they don't even remember what they did
I bet they feel really guilty
I'm sure they've grown up to be a lovely person
Perhaps there was something odd about you
You turned out alright in the end, didn't you?
Forget about it, move on, what's the point in dwelling on it?
But you didn't tell anybody...

The sad thing is that I'm pretty certain that every single one of those comments was made in good faith, and none was intended to minimise or make me feel worse. However, comments like that are symptomatic of a culture that accepts bullying, a culture that makes it okay to scapegoat and difficult for victims to be open about their experiences or challenge the behaviour of others. Basically, comments like these are actually victim-blaming.

I'm fully aware that the people who bullied me at high school may not remember what they said or did, that they may have grown up into lovely people, who may even regret their actions. However, unless they've actually made an attempt to address their actions, what difference does it make to me? Should I just forgive them to make them feel better? And I'm aware there may have been something about me (or maybe even several things) that made me a target. Or maybe there was no reason at all other than the fact I was unlucky and in the wrong place at the wrong time? I have no idea. Even if there was something different about me, does that make it okay? Should I hold up my hands and say, "Fair dos, I did insist on wearing that wanky blazer all the time and my hair was a bit ridiculous, and of course there was the time I read the Radio Times in my lunch hour, so yes, it probably was my fault."

Yes, kids can be cruel; so what? No, I never told anybody. Does that mean it didn't happen, that I'm remembering it wrong, or that it can't have been that bad? What do you mean when you say I turned out okay? How do you know? The whole landscape of my future was altered because of high school bullying, and although there were some positives that came out of it, I'd still rather it had never happened in the first place.

So, I stay silent, because I don't want to have to justify somebody else's actions, and I'd rather nobody else did either. I stay silent, because I belong to a culture that requires us to have a stiff upper lip when it comes to suffering, a culture that tells me I ought to keep calm and carry on. I stay silent because if I talk about being bullied it might define me, and I don't want to be a victim, because I am so much more than that.

But, here's the thing: being a victim of bullying does define me, because it was the catalyst for so many other things that have happened to me. If I'd never been bullied, then I might not have had such low self-esteem as a teenager, I might have worked harder at school, I might never have self-harmed, I might never have began drinking (and had to quit at the age of twenty-four), I might have been able to be a better friend, I might not have quit my degree (and had to wait years before I could do it again).

Of course I cannot make a definitive link between my having been bullied and all those facts, but it does make me wonder all the same. On the flip side of the coin, there are many positive things that happened that may not have done had I not been bullied. Having to retake my A Levels meant that when I eventually did go to uni a year later, I made some excellent friends and had the best couple of years of my life before I quit (sadly I pissed it all away, but that's a different story). And if I hadn't quit my degree I'd probably never have gone to work in libraries, which I did for a number of years and absolutely loved. If I'd never gone back home and been single for a while, then perhaps I'd never have met my partner when I did. We certainly wouldn't have our beautiful boys, who are the best things ever to have happened to me. And if I'd never got sober, I'd never have had that opportunity to really examine myself and my life. I'd never have got into psychology, or counselling, and I probably would never have started writing either. Because obviously, as a memoir writer, the primary source of my writing is about all those things that have happened to me.

So, you see, although I rarely talk about what happened to me (not through choice, I hasten to add), it has shaped my life pretty comprehensively. And on the page, I can fight it. On the page, I can talk about it. On the page, I am free.

And just to counter-balance all of those negative comments that people have made to me about bullying, the best response I ever received (and the one that still makes me smile when I think of it) was simply: "Bastards."

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Stepping back

Posted on 24/10/2016 by  Jennifer1976  ( x Hide posts by Jennifer1976 )


Life is starting to look up again. Sometimes it takes a timely reminder of how awful certain periods of my life actually were to see how far I've come, and to help me focus on what's important in my present and future. I'm over my wobble from my last post, and also over the temptation to delete it. I've moved on. Sometimes you just need to get something out of your system. I'll trust that things will work out in the right way, and I can sleep soundly with the knowledge that I'm alright now, that I'm still alive and moving forward. I just need to remember The Desiderata by Max Ehrmann:

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.

Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.

And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be.

And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

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As far as my writing is concerned, I'll send off the story I was preparing for the Words and Women Prose competition 2017 and the slightly longer version of the same story for the Fish Publishing Short Memoir Competition 2017, and then I want to put the lid on that particular story for some time. If I can get one of them published somewhere, then I'll know I had my voice heard and I'll never need to face those demons again.

Lately I've been ignoring my full-length memoir, and I'm wondering whether I need to do something similar with that, i.e. enter shorter pieces into competitions. I know this isn't going to be as simple as just saying I'm going to do it, because there are many other very good writers who are much better and practiced at this sort of thing than I am. I also realise I may be slightly doing myself a disservice if I do this, because once pieces are published then it's tricky to do anything else with them (most competitions don't like extracts), but I know how hard it is to get memoirs published these days, and I'm at the point of feeling like I need to do something productive, whatever that may be. I'll keep subbing for now, but realistically I know I need to gain some more writing credentials before anybody is interested in my work. Sometimes I think I need to go back to the drawing board and think hard of a unique angle to focus on, but in the meantime I probably need to get back to the novel I've been working on, while the non-fiction goes on quietly in the background.

Here's where I am today: It's half-term, and I'm tired from going out last night for the first time in a long time. Today I want to focus on my family, and Christmas coming up, and doing some reading before my Masters starts. My 2 year old is teething and grumpy, and my 5 year old is playing with Lego. And I'm here, with a jug of coffee just trying to keep everything ticking along. And the writing will happen - it always does, but maybe it doesn't need to happen today. Today I am stepping back.

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Confidence

Posted on 24/09/2016 by  Jennifer1976  ( x Hide posts by Jennifer1976 )


Confidence seems to be a recurring theme in my life lately. A couple of things happened this year that made me question what I'm doing and why. The events in themselves were both relatively minor, but somehow at the time seemed to speak volumes.

One of these was not getting long/shortlisted for the Fish Publishing Short Memoir Competition 2016. This might not seem like a bit deal in the grand scheme of things, but when you are a memoir writer, and competitions come around so scarcely (especially the ones with a decent word limit), then they take on a much bigger meaning than really they ought to, especially when you're so close to the stories you're writing (although I'm sure this is the case for writers of all genres).

I'd written and entered a story that meant a great deal to me. It was a story about a traumatic and scary encounter I had many years ago, a story that made me cross, disappointed and sad for the fact it happened in the first place. I hoped beyond hope I'd get placed in the competition, and I knew I'd be in a dilemma if it didn't. I'd put so much into the story, I really didn't feel I could edit it and improve it any further. It was a rare chance to have my voice heard and gain some recognition for my writing at the same time, and I was quietly, naïvely, hopeful.

The other important thing going on in my life was my application for a Diploma/MA in Person-Centred Counselling, and the interview was looming. Unfortunately, the results of the Fish Short Memoir Competition were announced and published online minutes before I had to leave for the hour-long interview - and I discovered my name wasn't on either the short or the long-list. So before I'd finished reeling from the crushing disappointment that my story hadn't made the grade, I had to get in the car to drive to an in-depth interview where I had to sell the very core of my being, and suddenly I'd lost all faith in who I was.

I knew I'd fluffed the interview as soon as I'd walked out of the building, although it's probably a good job I didn't know at the time that my getting on the Diploma course depended entirely on the answers I gave during the interview (which were graded), and not at all on my academic competence or my contributions in the classroom.

I carried on with life, telling myself that I'd surely be alright. I knew I ought to be in with a good chance of getting on the course. But then the interview dates were extended to give the external candidates a chance, and we discovered that there were so many candidates that they'd have to find a novel way of deciding between potential students. So the course we'd all begun believing it was a feeder course to the Diploma, if only we did the right things in the meantime, became a dead end for most of us. Then the rejection email came through, three days after we'd been promised an answer, and I discovered I'd been unsuccessful.

After that, I had to regroup, and I've spent the last few months figuring it out. I think I'm coming out the other side now. I've discovered that rejection doesn't mean the end of the road, and that it doesn't always mean anything personal.

I got a critique from Fish Publishing, which I was very happy with, and although they gave me a couple of pointers to think about changing (the second-person POV, and a suggestion to adjust the narrative arc slightly to focus more on the transformation aspect towards the end), the rest was all positive, and I feel more confident that I'm on the right path.

The critique renewed my faith in my writing, and I feel sure I can make the story a success. I'm editing it again now, as well as working on a couple of new stories, and hopefully one of them will find its way to publication.

And as far as my counselling career is concerned, I discovered that I was actually placed number five in my class of sixteen (only four were offered places initially), and I got a call when I was on holiday offering me a place on the Diploma course. However, by then, I'd had a rethink of my career/study options and had applied to do an MSc in Psychology instead.

I suppose the moral of the story is: don't read too much into life's disappointments. At the end of the day, nobody died and life carried on. All that happened was that my confidence got a little bit chipped. Then I found it again, and here I am, still smiling, still studying, still writing. Nothing's really changed at all, apart from maybe I'm a little tougher than I thought I was.

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The Evils Of Single Gender Schools

Posted on 15/09/2016 by  TassieDevil  ( x Hide posts by TassieDevil )


As a child, I attended ‘boys only' schools and it screwed up my life. No prizes for deciding which side of this divisive, educational see-saw I'll be jumping on. However, since it is an aspect of life that will affect thousands of impressionable students, let us assume a more pragmatic overview of the situation.

The Present Dichotomy of Choice Within the Educational Hierarchy.
Obviously there is no correct or incorrect answer to this question as both school systems exist, content in the cosy belief that their system is the better one. They'll justify it by quoting the statistics and opinions of so-called experts with strings of qualifications to their names.

All administrative educationists will validate their own existence and beliefs. It is the nature of their profession and is, I suspect, due to their desire to control the educators who matter, the school teachers, masters and support staff.

In the past, learned people have believed in ‘self-evident facts' that we now realise were wrong but, at the time, the populace listened because the people claiming it were important. The Earth isn't flat nor the centre of the universe, the human body can travel faster than fifteen miles an hour and survive and, despite those who championed sexual discrimination as the ‘natural order of humanity', women are equal to men.





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Ten Tweets I Hate About You...

Posted on 25/07/2016 by  GingerTom  ( x Hide posts by GingerTom )


It galls me to admit it, but I absolutely love Twitter – I love the variety and randomness of it, the occasional surprises and the nice (or otherwise) responses I get when folks like what I’m putting out there.

However, there’s a ton of things I hate about Twitter too, or to be more specific, there’s a ton of things that annoy me about other Twiterrers (is that a word?)

Therefore, for no other reason than me needing to get it off my chest, here are the 10 things that irritate me about other users of the above-mentioned social media platform...


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