I Love Having Written…

‘I don’t like to write, but I love having written.’

Unknown Female American Magazine Writer of the 1930s

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At 5 am, I woke up on my mother’s sofa bed and checked my emails. I knew I was writing this morning, and I don’t usually check my emails before I write, but this morning, I just…did. My editor wrote that she’d like to have sight of my next book as soon as possible.

That’s why I don’t usually check my emails.

As I went to shower, I got The Fear. I wouldn’t be able to write the manuscript in time. I couldn’t remember how to write at all, actually. It was the wrong place, the wrong time, I was too tired. It was ridiculous, trying to write a novel in a busy coffee shop. It wouldn’t work. There was no way it would work. All this travelling can’t be good for me, as an artist. Why had I left my shed? I can’t possibly be a proper artist if I didn’t take it a bit more seriously…

 My hands were literally shaking when I opened up the file. I thought I might throw up. The anxiety was thrumming in my veins. The relief, which came about halfway into the second try of the fourth page, a good two hours later, was amazing.

I laughed in delight at the voice, how much I love the character, the whole situation of the plot. Having written really is wonderful…

Being a published author doesn’t make The Fear any better. In fact, it actually makes it worse…people are, as I wrote in my last post, actually watching. Experience does help, though. I know I’ve had The Fear before. I know I’ll have it again.

I just hope it’s not tomorrow.

Learning To Play The Violin In Public

“Life is like playing the violin in public and learning the instrument as one goes on.”

Samuel  Butler

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Regular readers of my blog will know that I’d been advised to change what I wrote here for a younger readership, to make it less about writing and more about the concepts and themes of my writing, to make it more engaging for children.

Well, that was all wrong.

So, here I am again, talking about the writing life and likely will be for quite some time. And here is something nobody tells you about the writing life: It’s embarrassing.

That’s right. I will personally guarantee that if you publish a book, story or poem in any form, you will have moments of toe-curling ultra-cringe. I’m having one right now, having announced that my blog will change and then, not a month later, announcing it won’t, actually.

The fact is, creative work is all about making it up as you go along. That means you will frequently get it wrong and have to make it up again. And, if you are any good, and people actually want to read/listen/watch what you do, that means you will mess up in public. Frequently. So, it’s not enough that the limitations of your character, intellect and understanding will be glaringly apparent in your creative work, you’ll also fall flat on your bottom in front of an audience on a fairly regular basis. There doesn’t seem to be a way around this, but if I find one, I’ll let you know.

So here I am, on my metaphorical bottom again. And not only that, since I’m on holiday and visiting my mother, I’m working in a cafe this morning. So I just took a selfie in front of a room full of farmers and scholars. With a flash.

Sigh. Sam Butler was so right.

The Wild Inside

wolves

I asked what wild animal my readers would most like to bond with. ‘A wolf’ was by far the most popular answer.

Dreaming the Bear, my latest book for 10+ readers (due out in February with Oxford University Press), is set in Yellowstone National Park. That’s where this photograph was taken and where, 20 years ago, wolves were re-introduced to live in the 5 million acres of wilderness. My lead character, Darcy, thinks about the wolves as she snowshoes through the thick pine forests.

30,000 years ago, some brave and friendly wolves got close to people and became dogs. When settlers walked from Asia to America on the icy land bridge 20,000 years ago, their dogs came with them. In dogs, the wolf and the human meet…but that’s not the only way we meet wolves.

We also meet them in our imagination. Because we know dogs so well, we can imagine wolves. If you learn about wolves and read about them, you can imagine them even better. And this imagining can take the wolf inside you, become part of what you are, or at least how you think of yourself

When I was about the age of my readers, I visited a zoo with a new enclosure, designed to make big cats very comfortable and happy. I leaned against a large pane of glass, looking for the black panther (in Jungle Book, Bagheera was my favourite character). My hand was on the glass as I pushed my face close, peering in. And then, in a moment, the panther was there. He leaned against the glass, too, putting his paw exactly opposite my hand on the glass. I could feel the heat of it, and see the challenge and curiosity in his big, golden eyes. That panther became part of me, or at least what I thought of myself. And I carried him with me.

Just like Darcy carries her bear…

A plan to reintroduce wolves to Scotland: http://www.countryfile.com/countryside/plans-reintroduce-wolves-alladale-scotland

About wolf domestication: http://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2015/may/21/dogs-may-have-lived-with-humans-30000-years

About how wolves first lived with humans: http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2013/03/130302-dog-domestic-evolution-science-wolf-wolves-human/

A video about how wolves have helped Yellowstone: http://www.bbc.com/future/story/20140128-how-wolves-saved-a-famous-park

Why a Bear???

Grizzly-Bear-Wallpaper-1600x1200You can’t live close to bears and not get a bit obsessed with them. When you live in grizzly territory, you think about grizzlies all the time. When you go for a walk, when you have a picnic, when you nip outside in the dark to put something in the car…you think about bears.

Grizzlies are beautiful and graceful and amazing …and can kill you without even trying very hard. When you walk around knowing that, when you carry that knowledge in your mind for three or four years, you’ll soon have part of your brain that is always thinking about bears.

I was lucky enough to live in the greater Yellowstone ecosystem for eight summers. Somewhere inside my head, I’d been carrying the thought of bears, ready for Darcy and her story.

Dreaming The Bear will be published by Oxford University Press in February

Changes…

It’s been over a year since I’ve written a blog post. In that year, a great deal has happened. One of the biggest things is that I now have two book deals!

Dreaming the Bear will be published by Oxford University Press in February 2016. Hospital High has been accepted by Lodestone Press, an imprint of independent publisher John Hunt. It will come out in late 2016/early 2017.

Both books are for young people, and both publishers feel my blog should be for young people, too. So the posts I write will be changing. They won’t be so much about how to write or the problems writers must overcome. They’ll be more about the stories I’m writing or have written and about me as a writer.

I want to take this opportunity to thank all my followers of this blog and I hope you’ll stay with me for the next bit of the journey…

In Between Tangoes

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I’ve talked about failure and rejection. I’ve talked about despair. I’ve talked about lethargy and procrastination.

But I haven’t talked much about joy.

This post is about the joy in a writer’s life.  I have joy to spare today.

For the first time in quite a long time, I wrote a book my agent simply loves. A simple, uncomplicatedly good book, which easily fits into the market’s requirements. It will be going out to publishers soon.

And that’s heavenly. That’s such good news, that I’ve been tangoing around the house, literally dancing around in utter glee. The dog thinks I’ve gone mad, and I’ve had to go to our new Waitrose in order to make myself sit down properly and write this post.

My new novel is a wonderful story, about a girl who befriends a wounded grizzly bear…but I won’t go any further than that. You’ll just have to trust me. It’s a cracking tale, and it’s set in a spectacular part of the world that I know quite well. The setting is so strong, it’s almost another character, and it gave me a great deal of excuse to let loose with my inner poet. I loved writing this book – I wrote 33,000 words in 11 days.  The ending made my husband (a hardy Northerner) cry.

thought it was pretty good, but Sophie had reservations. I’ve overcome her reservation with the polish-up, however, and she’s now just as keen as me.

And that feels…amazing. Out of all the people in the world, this story came to me. I got to write it, and I did a good enough job that other people can now experience it for themselves. Before I sat down last spring, Darcy and the bear and her father did not exist. Now, they live in at least two readers’ minds. Where there was nothing, now there is something.

All the stuff that comes after; money and reviews and (please God) award nominations and etc, that’s not the reward for the world. The reward is this moment, when I know I’ve made something good.

Excuse me. I’m just going to tango around the produce.

Ten Things I’ve Learned Playing Bubble Witch Saga

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I’ve been writing. No, I have, really. I’ve been away for a fortnight, travelling on my own, and I’ve been logging in the hours.

But I’ve also been thinking. Writers spend a lot of time thinking. It’s often called procrastination…but it’s not, really. The fact is, the part of your brain that does the writing needs time to just…think.

Philip Hensher watches (often quite crappy) television. On a recent school visit, he told young fans that his partner says, ‘Why don’t you do something?’ and he says, ‘I am. I’m writing.’ And then his partner says, ‘You’re not writing. You’re watching Deal or No Deal.’

Fay Weldon, this autumn in conversation with Hilary Mantel, says she has written a book a year for…forever. But she spends most of the year, ‘Sitting there, not doing anything. I have to do that.’ She said, ‘I sit and mess about for about eight or nine months and then do the rest in a huge rush.’

Right now, I’m playing an awful lot of Bubble Witch Saga.

I’m thinking. I’m thinking about my place in the publishing industry, about what I want this book to do, about what kind of writer I really want to be. And I’m thinking about the nuts and bolts of the writing. And I’m thinking about things I’m not telling myself, but will come out in the writing.

And these are things I’ve learned while playing it:

1. ‘They’ want you to do something…in this case, pay for extra bubbles or lives or other help to play the game. ‘You’ want to play the game, but not spend your family’s hard-earned cash on Bubble Witch Saga. Your play takes place in the overlap of those two desires. This makes things more difficult, but you can’t help that. It’s all about integrity and who you are.

2. It’s never a good idea to start a ticking bomb. Sometimes it seems like an adequate shortcut, but it’s usually not. Shorting yourself on time is not a good strategy.

3. Sometimes you will lose. If you didn’t, it wouldn’t be any fun and you wouldn’t be pushing yourself hard enough.

4. If you quit a game, the witches get all upset. That doesn’t mean quitting isn’t the right decision.

5. The goal of the game is to burst the bubbles at the top. If you spend time doing anything else, no matter how satisfyingly creative, you will not win.

6. Sometimes you can’t win, and should use your time to get better at playing that level.

7. Fiendishly difficult situations are difficult to engineer, so once you find a way around them, you can get around them again.

8.  Sometimes you can play beautifully but, because of the ways the bubbles bounce, you might not be awarded stars. This is about the bubbles and spiders, not you.

9. If you think about it, you can get your spiders lined up when your bubbles are ready to drop, giving you more of a chance at stars.

10. Friends are helpful. You need three to travel to a new level.

Happy thinking….