What a difference a week makes! On Wednesday I woke to two startling things: 1. Donald Trump had been elected president of America, and 2. it had snowed. I know which of those two I was happier about! Thankfully I was in the fortunate position of not having to go anywhere until the evening, so I spent the day snuggled up and writing, what a treat!
I know it’s only November, but I’m afraid the snow started making me feel a little Christmassy. And I’m not the only one. The shops are definitely jumping on the winter bandwagon with windows full of Christmas trees, and of course the Christmas ads are on the TV. The big talking point nowadays always seems to be the John Lewis ad and this year’s has certainly divided opinion. It may not have a deeper meaning like last year’s Man on the Moon, but it did bring a smile to my face. After all, what’s not to love about a dog bouncing on a trampoline?! I think I’ll have to make sure my dog doesn’t see it, otherwise he’ll be getting ideas about his Christmas present…
Remember, remember the 5th of November, gunpowder, treason and plot!
Ah, Bonfire Night. The evening where we all gather round fires and set off fireworks to celebrate the failure of what I guess would nowadays be termed an attempted act of terrorism. With the increasing popularity of Halloween, I fear that Bonfire Night is becoming rather overshadowed. But then again, judging by the barrage of explosions currently echoing around the valley, it would seem that in my part of Yorkshire at least the tradition is still going strong.
The most famous of the Gunpowder plotters was a Yorkshire lad. Guy Fawkes was educated at St Peter’s School in York. Although the school has its own fireworks display every year, it never puts a Guy on the bonfire. Well, I guess it would be considered rather bad form to burn an effigy of an alumnus!
However, elsewhere in the country, there have been pretty impressive Guys created, including one of Donald Trump in his underpants. Got to love a bit of political comment on Bonfire Night!
This year I attended my local firework display where I learnt that however stunning the fireworks are in the air, they nevertheless look pretty rubbish when I attempt to take a picture of them. You’ll have to take my word for it that it was spectacular and well worth the hour and a half we spent standing around in the cold.
Now that Bonfire Night is nearly done, I guess the countdown is on to the next big event of the year….Christmas? Oh yes, well there’s that of course. But before that is the 15th December, otherwise known as Publication Day of my book ‘Who Does He Think He Is?’ Exciting times!
It’s nearly Halloween so it seems appropriate to have a bit of a gory theme to my blog this week. As you may know I’m a big fan of murder mysteries, and enjoy writing them myself. But what you may not know is that I also enjoying trying to solve mysteries. For the past few years my friends and I have been going on murder mystery weekend breaks run by the fabulous Joy Swift. They take place in lovely country house hotels across the country. From Friday night to Sunday morning we become detectives, working to solve dastardly deeds and catch cunning criminals.
Basically among all the guests will be around 10 actors. They’re in character for the whole time and over the course of the weekend they’ll have huge arguments, catch each other in compromising positions and ultimately at least three of them will end up ‘dead’. Fear not, no actual murders take place! It’s then the task of guests such as ourselves to piece together the clues, crack codes, question suspects and come up with our solution. In between all the sleuthing there’s also lot of extra fun and games with quizzes, charades and a fancy dress disco.
The mysteries certainly give the old brain cells a workout, and for the duration of the weekend, you end up forgetting what’s going on in the rest of the world.
The company is celebrating its 35th anniversary this weekend, so happy birthday to all the team, and here’s to many more mysteries to get us sleuthing!
As the nights draw in and the weather gets increasingly grim, I’m sure I’m not the only one who’s thinking wistfully about my summer holiday.
At the beginning of September I packed my Greek dictionary, and set off for a little bit of island hopping with friends. We went to Crete and Santorini and had lots of adventures along the way. From being trampled by a herd of donkeys in Santorini to discovering quite possibly the best ice-cream shop in the world in Rethymno, Crete, I chronicled it all in my holiday journal.
When I was little, my parents encouraged me to write a holiday diary and I’m so glad they started what has turned into a lifelong habit. I love that I have a collection of diaries spanning all my travels since I was about 14-years-old. When I read back through my travel journals, I am instantly transported back to the holiday and find myself recalling little details that I would otherwise have forgotten. And when I’m searching for ideas, sometimes a little incident from a holiday can spark the plot for a short story or even a book.
I think the character Gwendolyn Fairfax in Oscar Wilde’s The Importance of Being Earnest sums up for me why a diary is a good idea. As she says, “One should always have something sensational to read on the train.”
This time last week I was running the Yorkshire 10 Mile to raise money for Macmillan Cancer Support. It was one of those things that you sign up for thinking “10 miles, how hard can it be?” and then when you’re actually pounding the streets, you realise, “Oh yeah, actually quite hard!”
I definitely wouldn’t describe myself as a sporty person. In fact when I was at school, PE was my least favourite subject. On one memorable occasion, instead of watching the school tennis tournament, I sat and sneakily read my book! However, a few years ago at work a group of colleagues decided to do the Race for Life 10k together. After my first gasping training run, where I wheezed my way to the end of the lane and back again, somehow the running bug bit me. I was the only one of my colleagues to actually follow through and do the 10k, and since then I’ve done quite a few running challenges.
Without wishing to sound completely anti-social, one of the things I love about running is that it provides me with some vital thinking time by myself. As I run along, my mind is often busy mulling over ideas for my next book and working out niggly plot details. And as I have in a rush of enthusiasm signed up to do the Yorkshire Marathon in 2017 (gulp) the training runs will provide me with plenty of plotting time. Watch this space…
This week has been very exciting because the cover of my book ‘Who Does He Think He Is?‘ has been revealed to the world. In fact if you take a little peek below, that’s it there:
So how did the cover come about? My publisher Crooked Cat really encouraged me to be part of the process which was brilliant. We talked a lot about how to make it bright and tempting to readers. I am very appreciative of how they were incredibly tolerant of the child-like sketches I sent them of some of my ideas. (Actually, most children can probably draw a lot better than me!)
The sketches then graduated into some cutting out and sticking of pictures. I did a bit of brainstorming on a train journey to come up with the tagline, and then the marvellous Laurence from Crooked Cat worked his magic and produced the cover.
What do you think? I am so thrilled with it. Suddenly the book seems even more real and I can’t wait for 15th December when it is released….
Oh heck, it’s autumn! In the last couple of days I’ve found myself digging out jumpers, zipping on boots and even contemplating putting the heating on.
But while I’m fighting the urge to hibernate, my dog is loving the change of seasons. Admittedly Humph loves all times of the year, but I think he’s particularly fond of autumn, judging by the way he dives into piles of leaves and drags me into the mud as he investigates all manner of interesting smells. He is the definition of exuberance, and his joy is contagious.
I can’t imagine life without a dog. After all, I was only 9 months old when my family got our first dog. So, it was only natural that dogs had to feature in my first book, ‘Who Does He Think He Is?‘ The heroine Aurelia has two dogs (lucky her!) called Morecambe and Wise who get into all kinds of scrapes. Like their namesakes, they take their role as entertainers very seriously. Aurelia may despair at their ability to drag her into embarrassing situations, but like me, she wouldn’t be without her doggy companions.
And speaking of doggy companions, mine is looking at me with pleading brown eyes. I think it may be time for a W-A-L-K….
I don’t know about you but sometimes it feels like there are simply not enough hours in the day to get everything done that I need to do. I fit my fiction writing around my day job as a journalist. Actually, to be honest calling it a day job is rather misleading. As a colleague once said to me, journalism is more of a lifestyle choice than just a job. When news is breaking, things like lunch breaks tend to go out of the window! I love the excitement and variety of my job, but it can be difficult to fit stuff around it sometimes.
I was therefore curious to find out how other people manage to juggle writing and other work. This week I attended an online seminar run by my publisher Crooked Cat where a group of authors discussed our writing methods. It was interesting to hear what works for different people. Some people swear by the daily word target, but I’ve found that works for me is a little technique I’ve called the ’43 minute rule’ which I thought I’d share with you too.
I’m a big fan of Netflix (bear with me here, you’ll understand the relevance in a second!) Specifically I enjoy watching TV shows of the American cop variety. You know the sort – White Collar, How to Get Away With Murder etc etc. I find it’s all too easy to sit down on an evening and indulge in an episode or two. I realised that if I could sit and watch an episode of something on Netflix which normally lasts around 43 minutes, then I clearly did have a little bit of spare time.
I decided to ditch the 43 minutes of Netflix watching, and spend that time writing instead. I find if I turn my wifi off, put my phone on silent and really concentrate for 43 minutes, I can get a fair bit of writing done. And more often than not, I’ll get really into my story and carry on scribbling away even when the 43 minutes are up. So there you go, that’s my little ’43 minute rule’.
And before you ask, I haven’t ditched the Netflix altogether…
After being rather lax of late with this blog, I have given myself a good talking to and am making a new year’s resolution to do more with it. And yes, I know it isn’t actually new year, but it’s September and lots of people are starting new academic years, so that counts, right? Anyway, my intention is to post something every week, so do keep checking in, it’s lovely to have you along.
It seems appropriate to start this resolution with Very Exciting News. Drum roll please…my first novel ‘Who Does He Think He Is?’ is being published by Crooked Cat and will be available to buy this very December. As you can imagine, I am absolutely thrilled. In fact, when I got the email offering me a publishing contract I did a little dance at work, much to the amusement of my colleagues!
‘Who Does He Think He Is?’ is a romantic comedy and tells the story of twenty-something Lady Aurelia Osbourne-Lloyd, who has long wished her bank balance was as big as her name. She’s struggling to stop her ancestral home Leydale Park falling down around her. The arrival of a film crew to use the estate as a location brings a whole new level of chaos into her life, especially as it seems leading actor Xander Lord has an ulterior motive for wanting to film there…
Intrigued? Well, keep an eye out and I’ll let you know as soon as it’s available to pre-order.
Just over a week ago, I went on an Arvon Crime Fiction writing course. Although I’ve been focusing on my rom coms in the last couple of years, I have always enjoyed scribbling and reading mystery and crime stories, so I was very excited to spend a week writing on the dark side. The course took place at The Hurst in Shropshire, the former home of the playwright John Osborne.
The house was beautiful, groaning with books and surrounded by acres of beautiful gardens, definitely an environment to get the creative juices flowing. And even better, there was no phone signal, and no internet. It was rather a treat to spend a week off grid, although thinking about it, the combination of an isolated country house, a group of strangers (at first at least) and no contact with the outside world sounds exactly like the setting of a crime story in itself!
When I arrived, I was told there would be a meeting with my fellow writers and the tutors in the drawing room at 6pm…definitely something which had me expecting Poirot to turn up twirling his moustache. My nerves at meeting the rest of the group were soon proven to be unfounded as they were a lovely bunch of people, all with lots of stories to tell. We soon bonded over the cooking and washing up rota (at Arvon courses, everyone takes it in turn to cook one evening meal and to wash up after two other meals during the week.) Although I was rather apprehensive about the responsibility of cooking for a group of 11, my fellow chef and I managed not to poison anyone with our meal (phew) and I would go so far to say that it tasted rather yummy, even though I do say so myself.
The main point of the week was to learn about techniques for writing crime novels and I did indeed learn a lot, not just about mystery fiction but about novel writing in general. The marvellous tutors were Dreda Say Mitchell and Tobias Jones, and they were joined one evening by guest tutor Sophie Hannah. It was inspiring to hear about how they started their literary careers and I felt very privileged to learn from them. We had writing workshops every morning looking at areas such as plotting, characterisation and how to write an engaging first line. We also discussed what actually makes a crime novel. Every session we were given lots of writing exercises which we then read out to the rest of the group for feedback and advice. It was rather daunting at first but everyone was really supportive and I found it very helpful. We also had a couple of one to one tutorials with Dreda and Toby to discuss our work in progress in greater detail. The afternoons were free for writing and exploring the Shropshire countryside. I certainly came up with lots of ideas while meandering around the woodland, as well as filling up my phone with dozens of pictures of stunning views.
It was quite a shock to return to the real world after my time in the creative bubble of The Hurst, but I left feeling re-invigorated and eager to continue with my writing. I also gained a new group of writing buddies and I can’t wait to read the work we all produce.