Monday, 11 June 2012

My Short Story 'Five Pounds Short' Gets Published!


My husband is forever getting parcels in the post and I, who love getting post, have to content myself with the pizza menus and the dull letters addressed to ‘Dear Homeowner’.
However today, it was my turn.
Someone had sent me a book!
The title excited me, ‘Barcelona to Bihar – stories that travel with you’
It was obviously someone who knew I’d lived in Barcelona and had seen it and thought of me.
But who?
And then I opened the book and discovered my name was printed inside it!
At the beginning of the year my short story ‘Five Pound Short’ made the Top 20 of the Earlyworks Press short story competition and the result is this beautiful anthology in my hands.
It contains 20 short stories that take you across the world and offer you hours of escapism.
This is what the editor said about it:

‘Taking in letters from Africa, from the Solomon Islands and from previous centuries; witnessing potentially murderous mountaintop encounters with goats and even trolls, navigating a European tunnel, an English bell tower and a social divide wider than the Australian outback, the mind of the reader must twist and turn, encompassing many miles and many moods, before coming home with a view from another planet as to what it might mean to be human.’ – Kay Green, editor.   

I only have 20 books to sell so if you would like one for you or perhaps as a gift to someone else, don't leave it too late!  
The anthology costs £8.99 (including post to UK) and you can pay via paypal 


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Tuesday, 5 June 2012

'Waterloo' - a 24hr Short Story Challenge @Stokeylitfest


Over the weekend I took on the 24 hr short story challenge organised by Storytails at Stoke Newington Literary Festival 2012
The criteria was as follows. 
The timeline of the story must be: 1 hour, 1 day or 1 week The relationship must be one of: love, hate, or part of a celebration. The setting must take place entirely in: 1 room, 1 city or 1 train
All stories must include a pen.

I really liked the idea of someone being stuck in a toilet, but who and why? And then I walked down a street adorned with bunting and I had an idea!

LISTEN HERE to my Jubilee inspired comedy 'Waterloo' 


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If you would prefer to read the story, leave a comment and I'll send you a PDF! 

Monday, 28 May 2012

Missing Cows and the Pepperoni Mystery


Beautiful Goats. No Cows.

I just spent three weeks in Italy and not once did I see a cow.
Not one cow!
We drove through Tuscany and the most we saw was a herd of goats.
Beautiful, tan-coloured goats but no substitute for a cow.
I’m concerned the cows have been put aside in boxes and the land entirely given over to the whims of the free range grape.
The wine did taste very happy.
It made me very happy at least, until it made me sad and then I mourned the missing cows.
The real concern however was the lack of Pepperoni on my pizza.
I opted for a ‘Rustica’, confident that I understood the ingredients it promised.
Aglio (garlic) Cipolla (onion) Caperes (capers) Pepperone (Do I really need to translate?)
But when it arrived I was shocked to find there was nothing on it!
Well there was garlic and onions and capers – but come on, they weren’t the reasons I chose the pizza. It was about as exciting as a Margerita!
It was all made worse by my husband’s choice of a ‘Disco’ which was one whole meaty pizza covered by another whole meaty pizza.
I was supposed to be on holiday not Vegan bootcamp!
I got up to review the menu and found that I hadn’t been seeing things. It definitely said ‘Peperone’.
So I pointed this out to the waitress who responded as expected, ‘Aaaaah! Peperone! Peperonci!’
Which I imagine was a bit like saying, ‘Ah, You say pot-ay-to, I say po-tah-to!’
Relieved the spiciness was on its way I settled back to watch my husband take on the challenge of 2 pizzas in 1.
Ten minutes later the Chef turned up with my pizza, all smiles and eager to please.
I thanked him graciously before looking down at my plate to find that now added to the garlic, onion and capers was chopped YELLOW PEPPERS!
Really? Would someone really love yellow peppers that much to insist on having them added after?
Sometimes you have to learn the hard way.
It turns out Pepperoni is a corruption of Peperoni, the plural of Peperone, the Italian word for pepper, NOT SAUSAGE.
If you want Pepperoni then ask for Salamino Picante.
And that, dear readers, is about as educational as this blog gets.
Now, would someone like to tell me where those cows went?

Wednesday, 18 April 2012

The Second Draft



I was desperate to finish the 2nd draft of my novel before our honeymoon this May.
It’s a honeymoon so delayed that we’ll be celebrating our 1st year anniversary while we’re away.
We’re going on a road trip through Italy and I can’t wait.
I actually wrote a blog before this one but it was a gloomy read.
At the time I had 5 chapters left to edit and I was grinding my teeth and staring out of the window dreaming of escape.
Not even my word count, a glorious 103, 660 words, could excite me.
The sludge of sentences blurred before me as I consumed an ocean of tea and coffee, and the occasional multi-vitamin which rather than boost my energy left me wanting.
If only we remembered during our darkest moods that the feeling can’t last forever!
A few hours later I was feeling much more positive and the blog post I’d written was made redundant.
It felt strange to finish the 2nd Draft. It feels significant.
At 308 pages, it’s my longest piece of work.
Each time I finish a stage I gain a slightly deeper understanding of what I’m trying to do.
My husband gave me the beautiful quill in the picture when I told him I’d completed the challenge.
I won’t be writing the 3rd Draft with it but I'll definitely be writing a dedication to him in a published copy one day; without his support I’d still be a long way off.
Next step?
We wait...
Distance from the novel will be useful.
For three weeks I’ll try to forget about what I’ve written.
With a bit of luck, when I come back, I’ll find it has matured in my absence and is far better than I thought it was.
But much more likely, I’ll be embarking on a fresh draft with renewed energy.
The funny thing is I already miss working on it.



WRITING TO MUSIC
It's been really interesting to discover that I'm not the only writer who listens to a song on repeat when they write. I only do it when I'm stuck and unmotivated. Below are two of the songs that got me through the last 5 chapters! They're both in Spanish and I think you'll probably either love them or hate them! Post your music choices!





Sunday, 11 March 2012

A Mail Obsession


'Every click is a sentence not written. Life is short.
Make it count.'


Click got a bit of an addiction click click
You might click have it too.
The obsession with checking for e-mails.
Stopping every few minutes to refresh your phone, just in case...
Just in case of what?
I’m a daydreamer click click
I like to indulge in imagining what my next book cover might look like, the book launch, the dress I’ll wear for it, the interviews, seeing my book in the window of a real, physical book shop...
Click click click
I generate energy from these little daydreams which keeps me writing the next word, one after the hundredth thousand other... all screaming for my attention.
When I click on my e-mail I’m hoping for some life-changing news that will validate my work and let me breathe a sigh of relief because I’m suddenly closer to achieving my goals.
It has happened to me twice before, e-mails which have arrived out of the blue and made my mouth drop open and my heart start racing.
The first was from a publisher, which led to the publication of my book.
The second from a literary agent, which led to nothing, since she wanted me to write Young Adult novels and I wasn’t so sure.
But did they really come from nowhere?
Were they really quite so random?
The truth is I approached the publisher first and as for the literary agent, she specifically contacted me after I won an award for my blog.
Basically, if you want the good news you have to do some work!
Checking for e-mails is so much easier than working on my book but it doesn’t amount to anything.
No amount of clicking, be it updating my facebook status, twitter feed or checking my e-mails will bring me any closer to completing the task at hand.
Without a book, what use is a publisher or an agent to me anyway?
My phone is perfectly capable of updating me by itself so I should get let it get on with its job while I get on with mine.
If there’s wonderful news (or more likely, spam mail) I’ll hear its gentle click click alert sound.
And only then will I let it interrupt me.
And only, then if I’ve finished my sentence.

Sunday, 5 February 2012

Why I won't become a Hermit




Last week I was surprised to overhear myself ranting about the horrors of London.
Without quite realising it, I’d started to think life would be better if I never left the flat.
“I don’t feel like going out anymore,” I said, feeling wrinkles spread prematurely across my face and my red boots turning into orthopaedic grey lace ups. “Everyone’s so aggressive and horrible to each other.”
At some point my view of the dynamic city had flipped on its head.
Perhaps it was all the depressing bus journeys.
Every time I’ve got on a bus recently, it has jerked to an abrupt halt because passengers are shrieking at each other.
Last time there was toxic abuse and a bloody head, all because of an accidental nudge.
I’d cowered on the top deck, absorbing the terrible tension until I couldn’t take any more and got off.
“Really? Is that how you see it?” my cousin said. “I just find everything so amazing at the moment... perhaps because I’m going away and won’t have any of it anymore.”
Soon she’ll be heading to Nepal with VSO (Voluntary Services Overseas). There’ll be kids sniffing glue on street corners and sewage running down the roads and London buses will be a distant luxury.
After listening to her I realised I had to change my view.
Determined to get out I searched online for something to do and ended up in the British Library at a free exhibition on Charles Dickens.
I had no idea he’d been sent to a boot-blacking factory at the age of 12 when his father was sent to jail for not paying his debts. He’d written about the great social injustices of his time but I hadn’t known he’d had firsthand experience.
The Victorians had a fascination with the macabre and the supernatural and Dickens attended evenings of spirit tapping and table turning, weaving these realities into his books.
Imagine if Mr Dickens had never left his front room.
It became clear as I walked round that temple of books that if I was going to be a writer I had to observe life!
The ideas for my short stories have always arrived like gifts when I’ve been out and about.
Some external impulse sets my imagination off. It might be something unremarkable, a man asking for change, a woman crying quietly on the tube.
If I hide from the world, my stories will dry up. And that really would be terrifying, much more terrifying than a journey on a London bus.

Wednesday, 25 January 2012

Collaboration with a Cat & Other Stories




I’m back!
And I've got a good feeling about 2012.
My year began with the news that my short story ‘Five Pounds Short’ is to be published in the Earlyworks Press anthology. It’s about the domino effect that occurs when a woman loses a fiver.
Ironically, I shaved a thousand words off it so I wouldn't have to pay an extra fiver for submitting such a long piece.
I’ve also just spent two weeks in Barcelona working on my novel.
It’s had a few false starts and I’ve thrown away at least two novels worth of words but finally my first draft is done.
I stayed in my brother’s flat while I was away since he was on holiday and looked after his little cat.
It was the first time I’d ever looked after a cat. In my mind I fully expected it to be as easy as looking after a house plant.
The cat, called Kitty, (pronounced Kiddy due to my brother’s fiancée being American), insisted on collaborating with my novel. As soon as I began to write she’d walk nonchalantly over my keyboard.
You'll be able to differentiate our writing styles quite easily.
Her sentences read something like this: jrierhvkw;lmnvfjfjdfdm
Occasionally mine aren’t much better.
Apart from her eagerness to play at 4am, our time together was enjoyable and productive.
I wrote more in two weeks than I would normally write in two months.
Now I’m faced with the fresh challenge of editing the whole book and I expect it will take a few months
But I've lots of short stories up my sleeves and on my hard drive. I’m thinking it’s time they got together in a short and sweet compilation, a perfect little read before bedtime.
Be it the end of the world or not, I'm going to make 2012 a year of action.