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She Said, He Said…

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Overheard in a supermarket recently;

‘..so I told him straight, I wasn’t putting it anywhere near him…’

Fret not dear reader, I resisted the urge the hurl my trolley round the corner and follow the orator stealthily through the salad aisle in the hope of discovering what it was she wasn’t going to put anywhere near him, but I can tell you, the urge was incredibly strong. Instead, I distracted myself with the lack of cucumbers and pondered instead on what she could possibly have been talking about and how I could fit it into a short story. Was she reassuring him that she wasn’t putting the crocodile/the broken bottle/it anywhere near him, or was she refusing to put the crocodile/broken bottle/it anywhere near him? Alas it will always be a mystery to me as she disappeared down the cheese aisle still chatting on her phone and by the time I caught up with her in the bread aisle the call was complete. I had no way of knowing. Her poker face offered nothing. Brown or white bread seemed to be her only concern.  We parted ways in the rice and bean aisle and by the time I got to the wine aisle a story had formed.  The next hurdle was remembering it without writing it down.  Well you can imagine what the outcome of that was.

Needless to say I returned to my office later that day and set about dismembering my 500 word short story which has been slowly growing and transmogrifying into a completely different story to the one I originally started writing. Gone were two of the main characters and in their place was a soldier and a man who might turn into a milkman at any given moment. I think I may have lost the plot temporarily. I was keen, you see, to implant, somewhere, my newly over-heard dialogue. The fact that it didn’t fit in to any of the story didn’t faze me. It should have done of course as I wasted another two and half hours trying to insert a sentence into a story that had about as much right to be there as a spider in a fridge.

You can imagine how it all ended. The short story was re-written for the 110th time and the sentence only made it as far as this blog. Well, as a fan of recycling and reusing, I can’t see any problem with that. But even so, I wish I knew what she’d been talking about…

A Landscape with Birds by Beth Brooke

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This wonderful collection of short verse from author Beth Brooke is poignant, clever, and expressive. Beth brings the landscape to us, presses us to acknowledge we are linked to it, part of it, draws out of us our unacknowledged place in the world today. Simple lines can hit the mark and make us think of places we would rather be. In Ploughing, April 2020, we are on the sidelines watching a farmer plough a field, seagulls diving toward the turned earth. Yet in an instant we leave the rich winter field, those seagulls transporting us from the bucolic to the ocean in six simple words. We are there, we can feel the salt on our skin and the tang in the air because we know what it’s like to miss the sea, somehow we understand that intangible desire the sea arouses in us to be near it. And it is the much maligned seagull that takes us there.

Beautiful imagery, like a classic film or an assortment of incredible art, plays throughout this collection, pushing to the forefront birds and their landscape, from the opening poem Jackdaws (and you know it’s true!) to the feathery, flitting, daring nonchalance of sparrows and the oh so sad kauai o’o bird. Every poem demands a second read – sometimes a third – and returning to the book a month or so later, you’ll find yourself wanting to read them all again at once.

We Take Our Son to University is a lovely lovely poem, so neat, so gentle, touching. And you can see that red kite, skimming across the page as you read the words. In Betrayal, the flight of ravens articulates the words that cannot be said; they speak for anyone wounded by duplicity.

            If you like birds, nature, the landscape all tied together in beautiful poetry, then I would recommend a read of this book. It’s not a big book, coming in at only 31 pages, but each poem is patiently observed and crafted. An absolute gem.

A Landscape with Birds is published by Hedgehog Poetry Press, Bristol.

http://www.hedgehogpress.co.uk

Review and Author Interview

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Mya Roberts, Song of the Sea

Mya is a Guernsey author and the sea has always been an essential part of her life. Last year she completed her first novel, Song of the Sea, and will be appearing at this year’s Guernsey Literary Festival. I met Mya many years ago on a writing course and it was there she read the first few captivating chapters of what was to become Song. The first question then Mya, and of course the most obvious, what is your book about?

My story starts on Guernsey in the Channel Islands in the 1700s. My main character, Elise, has a pioneering spirit and is about to leave the only home she’s known in order to join her fisherman husband, Thomas, in Nova Scotia. We follow Elise across the Atlantic Ocean and into the arms of her husband and her life as a fisherman’s wife. Her adventures exceed her expectations, the splendours and extremes of her environment are beyond her imaginings; her trials and fears challenge her courage to the full.

That sounds a very interesting story – where did the idea come from?

Some years ago, my husband Ian and I were exploring Nova Scotia, Canada, in a 32ft recreational vehicle we named ‘The Beast”. On The Beast’s aerial we proudly displayed a little Guernsey flag. The area is spectacular, the campgrounds were a delight and the people were warm and generous. We were having the time of our lives. In our travels we discovered Isle Madame and on Isle Madame we came upon a harbour named Arichat. We saw two cannon pointing out towards a small, unimposing island. A plaque read, “Jersey traders, who were French-speaking British citizens, settled on Jerseyman Island off Arichat in the late 18th century. The island was later attacked by American privateer John Paul Jones, forcing the inhabitants to move to Isle Madame.”  I’m a writer. Need I say more?

Indeed not! What great inspiration. And of course coming from an area where the sea is part of everyday life, did you find it easy to start writing Song?

We do possess some of the most beautiful coastline you can imagine, though on a much smaller and in general less rugged scale than in that part of Canada. I was born by the sea, and have lived with the sea most of my life. To my mind the sea does speak and the range of its voice is extraordinary. 

How quickly did your main character form?

Elise and Thomas grew slowly and surely as the story developed. Marcel was more of a wild card. Each of my three main characters surprised and challenged me as they evolved. It was rather like producing and at the same time acting in play. You start with a story outline, which develops and you enrich your characters, and they enrich your story and your story enriches them.

How much research did you do?

It was endless and I loved it. Like a treasure hunter I sifted and pried. I went to Jersey to investigate the archives, and I interviewed experts, and, best of all, returned to Nova Scotia (and the 32ft Beast) to follow Elise’s journey, make notes, take photos, and undertake more interviews. It was difficult to leave great quantities of that fascinating material on the ‘cutting room floor’. I had to accept that my reader may not be as enthralled with the drying and salting process of fish as I had become.

Well Mya, you might be surprised there! Many authors of historical fiction read works by other historical fiction writers – who knows what one author can learn from another.  Once you’d done all your research and gathered all your lovely facts, how did the editing go? Do you see it as a necessary evil or something you enjoy?

A bit of each. The torment of a scene or a chapter that doesn’t work is deeply frustrating. The sculpting of a book when it blossoms on the page is a joyful thing.

Did you let the book stew – say, leave it for a month and then come back to it to edit?

It stewed to the point of extinction many times.

Well I’m glad you persevered! Now, tell us about that gorgeous cover.

The cover started life rather Beige. A beige sea. I suspect my publishers were testing the ground by offering me a starting point. I was afraid they’d transform Elise into a double D, bodice ripping, lip-pouting glamour girl. Instead they offered that vivid startling sea, the glorious sunset and the galleon. It was love at first sight.

And so from cover to publishing – how are you publishing this book and why?

I have enough rejection slips to paper at least one wall. But I realise now that Song was rejected for good reasons. I dried my tears, stopped sulking, then started over. Only better.  Cranthorpe Millner accepted Song just weeks before Christmas 2021, and only weeks after I’d just completed major surgery followed by a gruelling course of Chemo. The offer was a good sign for the future, perhaps?  After all, I had to be around for book signings, didn’t I?

You most certainly do. Do you have a strategy for finding reviewers?

I gave my publishers a list of possibilities and they took it from there. A handful are in Canada, and they are very enthusiastic and supportive. I think I’m going to be big in Canada.

If you could have been the original author of any book, what would it be?

Something amazingly clever. Something that looks like it flowed from the  author’s brain to their keyboard in one smooth, electric stream: All The Light We Cannot See, Where the Crawdads Sing, JK writing as Robert Galbraith, or a Hillary Mantel, perhaps.

And finally…

What advice would you give to your younger self?

You’re worth more than you think, more talented than you feel and cleverer than you believe: now go for it.

Song of the Sea is the account of Elise’s journey – real and metaphorical – from her sheltered upbringing in Guernsey to Nova Scotia, Canada in 1755. Once reunited with her fisherman husband Thomas, she faces the unforgiving realities of life as a fisherman’s wife. Before she departs her home of Guernsey however, we see glimpses of the life she is leaving behind, of her gift as a herbalist that could end up seeing her hanged for witchcraft, a gift her grandmother made her promise to keep secret. As Elise’s new life unfolds in Nova Scotia there are distant rumblings of war, the threat of how her and her husband Thomas’s life could change forever. There is love, and loss, but also achievement and triumph as we travel with Elise to a time and place about which very little was known. She experiences motherhood, brutal war, and endures the horror of attack on her husband, and hopes in time to nurse him back to some sort of health. Throughout, Elise has to call upon strength she did not know she had. As her fortunes twist and turn Elise becomes a respected herbalist, a teacher and more. She becomes an independent woman in an age of great turmoil when women had very little choice over the lives they led.

We see her grow, and age, embracing one last challenge before her time is done, at one with the song of sea.

We Did It!

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Here we are!

We did it – our first south Warwickshire literary festival and what a brilliant turn out it was! The sun shone – which was just as well as we had to move our many authors outside to sell their books due to ticket sales.

Creating Characters with Terri and Jenefer

Our workshops were packed. Everyone seemed to have a great time and our workshop leaders delivered some fantastic content. All of them are to be commended – Hugo Kerr, Jenefer Heap and Terri Daneshyar, Cate West and last but not least Mslexia judge Audrey Niven. They were superb. From what our attendees told us it was an excellent day.

Well, are they?!

And our speakers in the main hall – well! The Young Poets certainly made an impact! We were blown away by their eloquence, observation and just damned talent! Award-winning young poet Emily Hunt drew much attention with her clever poems on nature, and Dan Wale, the Warwickshire Young Poet Laureate had us clapping almost out of our seats, and YPL runner-up Jolyon Summerfield also delighted us with his work.

HWA long-lister Author Bea Hitchman
‘The Fish’ author Jo Stubbs and poet Gwyneth Box

All our authors were wonderful and we owe a huge debt to them for agreeing to take part for nothing. A special thank you has to go to poet, author and translator Gwyneth Box who stepped in at the very last minute – Cinderella timing if ever there was any – when one of our speakers was unable to come – and delivered a great hour-long talk off the hoof. Superb stuff.

Oh, and cake? Did we mention that? Well, our lit fest attendees did. In droves! Apparently it was pretty good!

         So – plans for next year? You bet!

Already drawing up the schedule…

How To Create A Literary Festival Part 2

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For those who read my previous blog regarding starting a lit fest with just a will and a thought and a maybe, here’s part two to let all you lovely readers know what’s been going on since July. Lists, mainly. Over the weekend I constructed the most recent To Do list, put it aside on Saturday morning to scrape up something red and sticky one of the SWLF cats had gifted me, only to find said list had made it’s way through space and time, reappearing down the back of the sofa on Monday evening. Not far short of fantastical I’d say. Maybe a goblin had squirrelled it off the table when I wasn’t looking and got up to mischief with it, ramming it between the cushions and the soggy Christmas peanuts just for lols.

What? You don’t have goblins in your house?

In between writing the list, losing it and then finding it again, lots of things happened at SWLF HQ.  Emails were sent and received. Freebie pens were designed and paid for. A dodgy looking map was created for the back of the festival programme. The merits of cooler weather were discussed with the postman. Twitter posts were written and discarded, then written again and scheduled to hit the twittersphere sometime this week. A surprised ewe was found wandering the village, questioned, cautioned and returned to the flock. Wednesday was spent gawping at the rain and wishing out loud ‘Go on, GO ON!’ as the lightning cracked the sky. And now here we are, Thursday, and back to the list.

            Here are just some of things I’d written down:

  1. Write Press release
  2. Contact radio stations
  3. Contact local newspapers
  4. Update Instagram
  5. Comfrey leaves
  6. Finish copy for festival programme
  7. Try for sponsorship again

Now…nothing very unexpected there apart from item 5. Comfrey leaves. Did I mean something else? Comfy sleeves perhaps? Between trying to write a press release and updating Instagram I am now confounded and sidetracked by my own very obvious comfrey leaves citation. Pick them? Boil them? Make them into a hat? You tell me. Perhaps it was a note that had slipped off my other list about compiling the guidelines for a writer’s group short story competition and somehow landed itself on the SWLF list.

What ever its meaning – which is now unknown to me – I hope I don’t get to the morning of September 24th and hear myself say ‘Oh!!!!!! Comfrey Leaves!’

Something About April

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There’s just something about April, dontcha think? Is it gonna be warm? Is it gonna be cold? Is the sun gonna shine? When will it be summer? As I write, despite the horror news of the world burning to a crisp by Christmas it is quite actually properly April out there. You know the kind of thing here in the northern hemisphere, first bit of sun and we all rush outside like idiots getting sunburn while complaining it’s still chuffing cold, or migrating to the pub to quaff vast amounts of ale/cider/gin/something fizzy because it is SUMMER AND THAT’S WHAT WE DO only to discover that as soon as the sun goes down we return to winter and a halter-neck and flip flops just won’t cut it.

But why this nonsense about the weather? How about this is why we should include the weather in our writing:

Thanks NOAA at Unsplash for this great picture

‘On the fifth day, which was Sunday, it rained very hard. I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise everywhere, which is like silence but not empty.’ – Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night Time

or

‘It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.’ Charles Dickens, Great Expectations.

There was once a school of thought that suggested writing about weather in our work was dull. B Or Ing. Something we shouldn’t do if we wanted to keep our readers engaged. No one wants to read about the sunshine pouring in through the window or the rain battering the door we were told. Why ever not? I think one of the most important elements of a novel or short story or even flash, is, if applicable to the plot, the weather. It can set a mood, break a mood, and is as important a plot device as any of the others. Thrashing storms have to be thrashed out on the page to bring them to life. Simply saying there was a horrible storm at sea and the ship nearly sank doesn’t creative many waves, does it? So bring on the weather.

With climate change and the heating of the Earth many authors are turning their skills to writing cli-fi, much of it not fiction at all, so it looks like the weather in our writing is well and truly here to stay. But not in the way authors 50 years ago expected I guess.

Is cli-fi speculative? Can be. Dystopian? If you want. Utopian? Up to you. But all of it deals with the human fallout of a warming planet.

Climate Fiction: sounds like 21st century gothic horror to me.