Oxford trip

 Research can be very tiring - especially when it involves a day trip with there and back train journeys of nearly three hours each and two changes of train. My day out in Oxford was worth it though. I didn't set out at quite dark o'clock, but it was close. Changes going out were Cardiff Central and Swindon where I had time for a rather late second breakfast in a small but rather posh Starbucks located between the platforms. Once I got there I walked into town, found myself some lunch and then wandered in the sunshine soaking up atmosphere. The reason for the research is that my hero in the WIP is a tutor at Oxford, and I wanted to get some authentic vibes. Coming home was via Didcot, with a bag of crisps for my tea, but the journey went well, so all was fine. Home late, in the dark, tired but happy.

I was particularly delighted to find that Balliol College was open to the public that afternoon and with a self guiding map and a three pound admission ticket I was able to wander around for as long as I liked, picking up inspiration for the fictional college I am going to invent. It may be called St Baruc's. but I haven't decided yet. I'll need to do some in depth work to  confirm it is appropriate, but that is a job for another day. Last week I promised pictures. Here they are. I took lots to help my memory and planning. The layout, the colour of the stone, the shape of windows, the carvings, all useful. These are edited highlights. 

The first in a series of courtyards. Magnificent traditional flower borders. 

Ever get the feeling you're being watched? 

Mature trees within the grounds. I'm guessing they must be hundreds of years old. 

Just an idea of what the surrounding buildings looked like.

This was the gate to the Fellows' Garden.  I think the first sight of Logan in part two of the book will be in  my
equivalent. 

Literary Escape Festival

 The Literary Escape Festival will be visiting Cardiff this weekend. 

The poster below has the details and it's not one week to go now, but two days!

I will be there, on Saturday, sharing a table with fabulous historical author, Angela Sims.  

Come along and browse, meet authors, buy books, have them signed. 

Tickets are available through Eventbrite.

See you there. 

Wheel of the Year?

 Today I am tired. I had a very productive trip to Oxford yesterday - a marathon for a day trip, but worth it as I got a lot of the information I need for the next bit of the WIP. Enough to be  going on with, anyway. More about the trip in future posts when I have sorted out my photos. Yes - there will be pictures. 

But today is the Equinox - also known as Mabon. The time when day and night are equally balanced. Happens twice a year, now, and in spring. I'm keener on the spring one as it means the journey is into the light, not away from it. But soon it will be Yule and the whole round begins again. 

 I'm interested in the various old festivals that mark the movement through the year. I've probably mentioned that I am hoping to use Beltane in the WIP. Halloween, or Samhain is coming next month, when I will be celebrating with fellow crime writers at an event at Cardiff Library. More of that later. 

It may be one of those situations when a certain topic that attracts your attention comes up in repeated places, you know the ones, coincidence or simply that you are noticing., but it seem as if there may be a little more awareness at the moment of the wheel of the year - the name for the changing seasons. The Equinox was mentioned on Thought of the Day on Radio 4 this morning as a time of balance, which is a good way to think of it. I'm just wondering, hoping maybe, that we are getting closer to nature and back to old rhythms. When the world revolved around agriculture the festivals often marked significant points in the year, like the celebration of the growing season and then the harvest. 

Now with awareness of climate change, the focus on attracting pollinators into our gardens, of the benefits of connecting with nature, maybe we are getting some of those old connections back, or attempting it.  It is a nice thought.  

Creating the creepy house

 Regular readers will know that the WIP is leaning into the gothic. and if you have ever seen any vintage gothic romance covers you will know that it is obligatory for the heroine to be running away from the creepy house, or possible castle. Whatever the building, it looms, or lurks, or broods, or all three. It is night. She is wearing a white dress, or her nightie, maybe with a coak. In a storm, or a high wind. Down steps, cliffs or through woods/gardens. Occasionally there is a single lighted window in the house/castle. Very occasionally there may be a cat. 

So - from all that you will deduce that I have to have A BUILDING. I'm not planning on Nel running away from it in her nightie, but there definitely has to be a structure. 

This is the project for the week. I already know that it will be a Victorian Gothic Revival house, because it is a period of architecture that I love, it suits the story and it can certainly be made to appear creepy. Cardiff Castle and Castle Coch are big influences, mostly for the interiors. Now I am researching houses of the period and creating my own. Turrets, roofs like witches hats, pointed gables, tall arching windows, stone carving, tall chimneys, spiral stones like sugar canes. Maybe even a gargoyle or two.

The inside is going to be even more fun. Echoing halls, long mysterious corridors, wood panels, a library!

It has a name - The Scholars' House - and a location - the South Wales coast. So there can be cliffs. Maybe. At the moment it is taking shape. I'll report progress next week. 

A nice cup of tea?

 There was an item on the wireless (AKA radio) this morning about the danger of drinking tea that is too hot. Potential damage to the oesophagus apparently.

Made me think about tea in general. I drink a lot of tea. Runs in the family. I have family anecdotes about tea. My grandfather tended to stir his until he stirred his way to Australia. My grandmother liked to have a tea spoon to stir hers, which led to her hoarding them in her handbag in the old people's home, until my mother restored them to the kitchen when she noticed the bag was getting heavy. I have six varieties of tea which I drink on a semi regular basis, at different times of the day. When I am out/out at my local writer's meeting at a local tea house, no less, I drink Iron Goddess, which is an oolong. We all have our foibles. 

I'll drink it however it comes, although I don't like it too strong, and it has to have milk in it, unless it is a herbal, when it usually has honey. I do drink those, or green tea on occasion. I was rather horrified to hear that Amol Rajan, ex Radio 4 presenter and current Traitor contestant drinks his with three tea bags!!!  I can't imagine what colour that might be. Strong enough to trot a mouse on, as the old saying goes. An ex coleage specified his had to be the colour of a manila envelope. I recently ran into the expression 'spilling the tea' which apparently means to gossip. Not one I'd hear before, although I understand it has been around a while.

In books the predominant beverage seems to be coffee. I read a lot of American fiction, so this may not be so surprising, tea being more of a UK thing. When it does appear across the pond, it seems as if it is more likely to be a herbal brew of some sort. The taste of tea tends to come from the variety rather than the additions or method of making, unlike coffee.

When I was writing Masquerade on the Riviera I wanted the hero Elliot to have a preference that matched his academic persona, so he became a tea drinker. He drinks Oolong and I had fun with some research with tasting boxes of samples, although I don't drink it at home now. 

Tomorrow I have workmen coming, for some odd jobs. They have me well trained. I know that the first thing I must do, before any work gets done, is make everyone tea. 

September, and the WIP

I know a lot of people welcome this month. Start of Autumn, pumpkin spice, falling leaves, all that stuff. Some consider it a time for new starts, the feeling of the beginning of the new school year, even when not involved in anything educational.  

Me - not at all my favourite month. Summer soon to be gone, nights drawing in, cold wet days coming. Not for me. And what's with the glut of Christmas books already on the shelves, and the festive chocolate I saw in the supermarket today? Buy now and they will be read and eaten well before Christmas - which I suppose is the motive as you will have to buy replacements.  Yep, I've always been cynical. 

So, not a time of the year I enjoy. But I'll get over it. On a plus note the WIP is progressing. Slow, but in a positive direction. I have another of those peer workshops coming up, where a group of friends get together to do a crit on work submitted. The opening of the second section of the new one is going to be my entry, although it will not be anonymous as people know who it belongs to. Which does give me the opportunity to ask questions on the work. One of the issues I'm wrestling with at the moment is showing my heroine's vulnerability, after life has thrown some terrible stuff at her, but not making her sound like a wimp. I'm hoping I've done it, but constructive opinions will be welcome. It's not for a few months yet, but I'll let you know how I get on.  

I took the manuscript to a number of meeting with agents and editors at the recent RNA conference, and got some excellent feedback and food for thought from professionals generous with time and ideas, particularly so as they were not looking at a completed book, but only the very start of one. And I have to say, it is not developing in quite the way I expected. But they never do, so I don't know what I was thinking. It's leaning into thriller and gothic, with a strong streak of conspiracy theory, which is the unexpected bit. The usual complex tangle, but my twisted mind enjoys the challenge. I'll keep you posted. 

Full English

 Breakfast, that is. (Or Welsh, Scottish or Irish, wherever you happen to be) 

One of the delights of travelling in this country - and there are still a few - is the chance of a cooked breakfast. I can never resist, although I don't always go for the whole thing, if it is a buffet where you chose your own. But always at least bacon and tomatoes. 

The 'traditional' breakfast now is a core of bacon, sausage, egg, then tomato, mushrooms, baked beans, hash browns or some other potato ingredient and black pudding for the very resolute. (I do eat it, more so now since the anaemia, as I think it must be good for me.) Fried bread might make an appearance, although its place seems to have been largely usurped by the hash browns - and then everything garnished with red and brown sauce. And of course, toast, either deathly pale or on fire, in one of those strange revolving hotel toasters, with or without marmalade. Fancy stuff, like cereal, muffins and croissants, juice, yoghurt and fruit are really the realm of the 'Continental' for the purist. 

I was wondering, as one does, when that ingredient list became the expectation. In earlier times, if historical fiction is accurate,  a cut off a ham, or a sirloin and small beer might be more likely for a gentleman, with bread and butter for the ladies. Possibly with home made preserves. And for us hoi polloi some sort of gruel or porridge or bread and scrape. 

I'm guessing that the classic full breakfast began to evolve in the days of country houses and Golden Age fiction, when there were still plenty of servants to cook and carry it all and a lot of produce would have come from the kitchen garden and home farm and would have been seasonal - not many tomatoes in the winter. Even then kidneys, kedgeree and kippers (all the Ks) would have had a place alongside the sausage. One of the pleasure of reading Agatha Christie era mysteries is those country house breakfasts with those massive silver domed serving platters. There must have been quite a bit of waste - although I expect the servants got a share, and in those days, the pigs. Which makes for a kind of circle which I'm not sure I want to think about!  For some reason heroes always seemed to eat kidneys. Not my idea of breakfast. 

The full breakfast has got into my mind from recent stays in London and the RNA Conference at Royal Holloway. I do have a favourite London Breakfast place - a posh hotel where the buffet has things like chai pudding and confit tomatoes. The hotel has got a bit expensive for me now, but I can still go there for the occasional breakfast, as they are quite happy to serve non residents. A bit of an indulgence, but worth it when I want to feel special. 

The quirkier side of London.

 As part of my recent trip to the RNA Conference I spent a few extra days in London. It was incredibly hot but that didn't stop me enjoying the city, from a mooch around the sales in Oxford Street, to a concert in St Martin's in the Fields - a favourite church and concert venue that's not been near a field in a long time. A few things I did made think of some of the quirkier aspects of the city, and some of the things that I like to do when I am there. 

Bridges. Over the Thames. Always good to walk across one. In this case it was the Hungerford Bridge, from Charing Cross to the South Bank, although I think the pedestrian parts are now Golden Jubilee Bridges, but I still think in older names. Being over the water it was a little cooler, one of the London Universities was having its graduations in the Festival Hall, which made for some interesting proud family groups and the view of the skyline of the city and the skyscrapers around St Paul's is second to none. 

The South Bank - a favourite since I lived in London and went frequently to the National Theatre. The theatre is an excellent place to meet, hang out or, on one memorable occasion, have a nap between an all day conference and a theatre performance. Places to eat, bars, loos, a bookshop, people watching... What more can you want?  I also discovered that there is a set of steps alongside the Festival Hall that currently plays you a tune as you walk on them. A bit of a shock, until I cottoned on. In the evening on the way back from the concert I enjoyed the Carnival atmosphere of stalls and food trucks around the Eye. 

Fish and Chip Shops I usually manage one meal of fish and chips when I'm in town, because the standard is good and on the whole it is a more economical option than many other eating places. I have favourites in Paddington, Waterloo and Covent Garden. 

Occult bookshops. Three favourites, Watkins in Covent Garden, Treadwells in Store Street and Atlantis in Museum Street. I like to browse - the amazing variety of tarot cards which I find fascinating, sometimes mind boggling, and books on folklore subjects which are useful for research, especially those relating to Welsh and Celtic traditions which I am using for background for future books, like the WIP, set in Wales.  

And also I simply enjoy wandering and looking - people, shops, blue plaques, pubs with fabulous floral displays, tour busses - including the afternoon tea and the ghost bus - unexpected Georgian Squares, luxury hotels, streets full of theatres, mysterious alleyways, probably best not explored after dark, all sorts of boats on the river, street performers. This time I saw one of the driverless cars being trailed on the streets for use as taxi cabs. Not sure how keen I would be - if it was completely without human involvement, but there seems to be a 'safety driver' so I'm not sure. Don't think I will be giving up on the traditional black cabs any time soon. 

RNA Conference Part II

 Last week I began the account of a great weekend at the Romantic Novelists' Association conference. 

Saturday - the main day of the event - I began with two more appointments with agents. Very productive, encouraging and confidence building. Now I have to put what I learned into practice. I missed the first two sessions but made it to the AGM - all the business of the Association and a celebration of volunteers and retiring board members and officers. Author Carrie Elks was welcomed in as president, replacing Sue Moorcroft who had done a great job for three years. Everyone wished them both well. 

After lunch I went to a session on Instagram. Most of it went over my head, but one day i hope to make a start with it, so some bits might surface again. The last slot of the day was taken by Orna Ross from the Alliance of Independent Authors all about book data. Interesting, but limited in scope if you are with a traditional publisher without access to your statistics. If I ever self publish I will be joining the Alliance for sure. 

The gala evening began with me squirming my way into my jazzy summer jump suit. Sadly I can't get into my favourite green one! There was a barbeque in the grounds of the impressive Founders' Building and a disco that attracted a number of my colleagues. I was content to stay in the bar and gossip. 

On Sunday I enjoyed a talk from academics from Birmingham University on an in depth study on romantic fiction. Fascinating and catnip to a fellow academic. After a talk by some recent winners of the Joan Hessayan Award, which I won over a decade ago, there was a session I was really looking forward to - a talk on self editing from KJ Charles, an author I really admire, a former editor and an entertaining speaker. I learned a lot and have already pre-ordered the book on editing she is bringing out later in the year. Then lunch and that was the end. Goodbyes, a train trip into Waterloo and a quick stagger to a nearby Premier inn, where I sat down on the bed and dozed for the rest of the evening. The trip home the next day was a marathon, line side fires and melting rails. I set out at 11.30 at Paddington and got home at 5 pm, but all in all it was a very happy weekend.

Oh - and that quote, about wine and toilet rolls. Apparently they are the two things the university noted that they had to stock up on for this second visit of the RNA to Royal Holloway. 

Wine ... and toilet rolls?

 Last weekend was the Romantic Novelists Association Conference and I am still in recovery, which is why this post is a bit late. Even after three night's sleep I am still exhausted with a saturated brain. It was a mixed bag, but I really enjoyed myself, and got a lot out of it. 

The conference proper only takes place every other year now, and the cost is quite a chunk of money to invest in your career, but it is also an opportunity to catch up with friends I rarely see and make a few new ones. 

It was held for the second time at the Royal Holloway in Egham, which is part of the University of London.  I had a couple of nights in London prior to the conference, but more of that in future posts. 

I was a bit later than I wanted to be getting there on Friday so missed the opening sessions. I wasn't in my best mood either as when I got there there were no taxis at the station and I had to find my way to the local bus. I have to say that the local bus drivers are lovely as that is the second time this has happened. I'm going to have to learn how to Uber! 

Friday was fraught, as I was lucky enough to have four appointments with agents and editors two of which were early that afternoon, and the queue for lunch was very long, so I ended up with just a small bowl of salad to keep me from taking bites out of the furniture. The 1-2-1 appointments were very useful indeed. I took the WIP which is very much 'in progress' but which I wanted to test out with experienced professionals. It was worth it. I now have comments and suggestions to think about as I develop the idea. Now I just have to keep writing!  

My first session was writing great sex - yes, well how could you resist that? Very interesting on the current trends and expectations, with a few things to definitely avoid. I recall a memorable session with Julie Cohen many years ago, that involved among other things, chocolate, a strawberry and a feather, which was looking at how to write sensual scenes. That hour shaped how I write my love scenes ever since.  It was good to get another, very different perspective. 

The last session was given by a friend - Luisa Jones, who is a trainer and coach IRL and brought some of those techniques to the creation of characters. I apparently worried her by staring into space when she gave us time to consider how we might apply Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs to a protagonist. I was working out how it would apply to heroine Nel - and very useful it was too.  After that it was dinner when I made up for the lack of lunch and the hopeless Romantics Quiz. Films, books, music, mating habits - all with a romantic theme. Our team achieved a respectable place in the middle of the field. 

I was ready for bed by then. As a university it was student accommodation and I have to say that playing students gets a bit less attractive as you get older. The dark walk through the wood to reach the residence block was a bit more atmospheric than I would have liked too, but my shower worked and the bed must have been okay as I slept fine, if not for long enough. 

That was the first day.  More about the rest of the weekend next week - and an explanation of the title of the post.

To be continued ...

Evolving language

 Probably the most famous creator of new words, word combinations and phrases was Shakespeare. He's credited with nearly 2,000 new words. 

Changes in language still go on. One has happened to my knowledge in the last few years. And it is one that drives me mad. 

When I was in school - yes, dinosaurs prowled the playground - spelling and grammar was still formally taught. I was always hopeless at spelling, and still am - I've often wondered if there was a bit of dyslexia going on - thank heaven for the spell checker. I always say that my terrible handwriting is to disguise my spelling, but actually it is probably the product of years of note taking, in work and academia, so it has degenerated into a system of hieroglyphics. I was okay with grammar though, which is why the new use of the phrase about boredom - to be bored of something makes me grumpy. It's bored with, people. The new way is like nails on a blackboard - and I doubt if that is something heard much in the classroom these days either.

Sadly, for my blood pressure, bored of seems to have become common usage and it doesn't look as if the old usage is going to be coming back.

I'm not above breaking the rules. One of my favourites is never starting a sentence with And, But or Because. I shatter that one frequently. But I do try not to end a sentence with a preposition, although that is another one that gets bent in common usage, and not doing it can sound a bit weird, especially in dialogue, which is a whole different ball game. 

The world moves on. It appears that what I spent time learning in school can now be done  for you by Artificial Intelligence, but I must say that I do value the time that an excellent English teacher took to teach me the rules. Tools of my trade.

 

Inheritance and buried treasure.

 Yesterday I bought a pair of slow release plant food bottles for my two aspidistras. You cut the tops off, upend them in the pot and gravity does the rest. I am quite protective of those plants. I'm the third owner of one, and the fourth of the other. They have come to me, from my grandmother and my great aunt, by way of my Mum. I don't really know how old they are, but I guess at least 80 years old and possibly/probably older. It made me think about other things in the house that I have inherited - my grandmother's writing slope, made for her by my grandfather when my aunt went the America as a GI bride and weekly letters became a thing. I have a pseudo Clarice Cliff tea set - not the real thing, but a Woolworths knock off that my grandfather won in a raffle. Looks good in the glass fronted cabinet in the kitchen though. I have a dressing table set again pseudo chintz -that was probably Woolies too. A few bits of jewelry from grandmothers and aunts, a jewelry box made for my great grandmother by her father. Vases from my other grandmother, tools that belonged to my Dad, books, an old fashioned weighing scales with real weights and my mother's dressmaking scissors ... 

None of these things are in any way valuable, not even the jewelry, but it gives me pleasure to use them. 

Inherited items are often a catalyst for a book plot. I've read several lately where an item of furniture had a clue to a treasure - one of those was a writing slope. No treasure in anything of mine - we were not that kind of family! Time slips often have a item that is the connection between eras. Treasure, buried or unburied, is by definition likely to be old. I've written often about old letters and papers as clues to an old mystery - that's the nerd in me that loves archives. The WIP has those and it's also going to have a treasure and yes, I am going to bury it. Can't beat a bit of tradition. 

What is an author?

 A creative, a craftsperson, an artisan?

Possibly. Probably. But, for me, what they certainly are is a human being. 

But now there are more and more instances coming to light where human authors are being replaced by something generated by a computer. 

I've never knowingly read a book produced in this way, and I never intend to produce one - I enjoy writing, with all the blood, sweat and tears it involves, far too much to ever give that up. 

The Society of Authors is launching a scheme with a logo for a book that indicates that it was authored by a human. It is proving popular and many authors are joining. When I next have some work out I hope to use it.

A book written by a human may have taken months, even years of work to produce. It may have required trips to archives and record offices and copious notes. Or trips to visit locations - an element that writers do tend to find less arduous than siting with the computer and bashing away. It will have required thought. A reader is getting a connection with the author, and experiencing all the emotions the writer is working to convey. Human emotions. A piece of work in which a person has dedicated time and effort to produce an end product to the very best of their ability.

Something worth thinking about?  

Lost and Found

 The mystery of disappearing stuff. Pens. There are dozens of them in the house, but not when I am looking for one. Also teaspoons - where do they go? The elusive habits of socks and Tupperware are legendary. Last week I could not find my step ladder. Yes, really, a step ladder. I toured the house, eventually concluding that a visiting workman must have borrowed it and taken it away, forgetting it wasn't theirs. I'd reached the inevitable conclusion - that the best way of finding something lost is to buy a new one, when I made one last foray into the spare bedroom that I had already looked in twice. And there, leaning against the wall, tucked neatly behind the ironing board, was the step ladder. It must have been there all along, mustn't it? 

It made me think about lost and found. After secrets, it might be one of the most popular motifs and motivations for novels. The journey or the treasure hunt is usually in search of something. It could be a physical item, it could be a lost family, it could be something more emotional, like a sense of self, or the chance of turning over a new leaf. I've been reading a few time slips recently , and they often focus on an item, something that has passed down through the years. I have something like that in the WIP- a Macguffin  - around which the story revolves although it is not really part of it. Actually there  are quite a number of lost things - missing papers, a sort of treasure hunt, heroine Nel's memory of the hours before a horrific car crash. I've just written that scene, and it was quite emotional and also exacting to choreograph. Until you come to write it you do not realise that the image you have in your head requires some proper working out, on a practical level.

The WIP is coming along. I have just finished the first section, so a sense of achievement. Now I have to sail off into the unknown, which is going to be a lot more tricky.  I know what has to happen, but not yet how - and then there is Nel and Logan's love story. As usual, they are going to have to tell me how that develops. It's fun, but also hard work. But no one said writing a book was easy. 

Theme

 When I was starting out as a writer I went to a lot of classes - as you do - attempting to learn the proper way of doing this thing that I so desperately wanted to do.  (Lots of doing in that sentence!) I heard a lot about technique and essential skills and the correct approach, and I have to say that quite a lot of it was no use to me at all, however good and well respected the tutor was - and I was taught by some of the best. So much just didn't suit me. Eventually I understood that and I got on a lot better. And was much happier and more comfortable in my writer's skin. 

One of the things that was presented as an essential was the need to have a theme. I was reminded of this recently by an excellent article in a professional newsletter that was extolling the same idea. 

But - it simply isn't me. I don't like reading books that have an overt theme and I don't want to write one. Writing it feels like a straight jacket. Reading it, in the worst cases - and I have read a few of those - it seems like an iron bar that the author is beating you over the head with and possibly a little patronising - as if you were too dim to understand what the book is about without it being spelled out at every turn. But that's me, being a bit arrogant. Or not just a bit? 

One of the things I did learn from all those classes was that writing is a pick and mix. Not everything will suit YOU and you don't have to do it all. There is no set template - although when I started out a number of those classes did present things that way. It took me a long time to understand that I could still be a writer if I didn't follow the programme slavishly. 

So now, if you like to read and write books with themes, why not? We are all different. And I do find that my books to sometimes get themselves a theme, without me being aware of it when I was writing them. Never Coming Home had an underlying thread of discarded children. It's there, but I didn't engineer it. 

So I am ploughing on with the WIP. It doesn't have a chosen theme - whether it will have one when it is finished - well we will all find out. At the moment I'm just enjoying the journey. 

Eclectic Research

 I've said it before, and will no doubt say it again - writers have a lot in common with magpies. Snappers up of unconsidered trifles. (Shakespeare - The Winter's Tale) At the moment I am collecting a lot of random and not so random bits and bobs that is WIM not WIP (work in mind rather than work in progress. But thinking and collecting time is part of the process. )

As the current work is going to lean heavily into Dark Academia - a least. I hope it will - it's a new area for me, so it is going to be an adventure. Can I do it? I can but try. Anyway, an essential ingredient of DA is a library - and I am certainly going to have one of those. So now I am collecting bookish things. Ideas of the people who will study there, and the topics they might study are gently piling up, but what about the books themselves? I'm already wondering if I can find a place for a book with arsenic in the cover. I found out about those courtesy of a reel, I think it was a reel, I'm not well up on those things, from the Wellcome Trust library. That one is in the magpie bank. One thing I am planning to included is a chained library - or at least a chained book case, where the books are fastened in place so that they can be studied but cannot be removed. 

In the interests of research last week I visited the chained library that is attached to Hereford Cathedral. It's the oldest intact one in the world, still with original chains, rods and locks, established in 1611, but with books and manuscripts that are much older, the earliest dating from 780. The cathedral also houses a copy of the Mappa Mundi and the whole site is well worth a visit. The cathedral building is lovely, there is a popular cafe and a garden. I was intent on the books - most particularly the chain system itself which required special chains to be made by a blacksmith. I had the chance to have a good look, and talk to the guides about how the whole arrangement worked. My brain is now working happily. The system, as with all archives, was for the preservation and protection of the books. But writers all have questions. Mine is - Are the chains to protect the books from us, or us from the books? Think about that one. 

You can read more about the library and the map HERE. Admittance to the cathedral is free, but there is a charge for visiting the library and the map. 

Family Feeling.

 Biological, blended, extended, found - family is a significant ingredient in many books - so much so that it's become a trope. Books that give you warm feelings, maybe a little envy, often set in small communities, which are an attraction in themselves. 

But what if your book doesn't call for that sort of set up?

This topic came up in a recent discussion between writer friends - what do you do if family is not part of the picture, or even if it is necessary that the protagonist does not have any family - is alone in the world? (Which is the case in something I was recently working on and which I hope to go back to in due course.) 

Siblings and extended family might be optional extras, capable of being omitted - only children and small families do exist - but everyone has or has had parents. What to do about them? It is, of course, possible not to mention them either, but strangely, this often proves difficult. 

Options?  

Most obvious, and most ruthless - kill them off. Some sort of accident can be arranged - particularly if you want a nice neat clean sweep. I would guess that statistically there is a much higher mortality rate for deaths in car crashes in books than in the general population as a whole. Airplane crashes are possible, but more unusual. I must admit that when reading I find the car crash solution rather a tired one. Mindful of cliches, I decided to dispose of a set of parents in a house fire, which actually wound itself into the plot when I came to write it. I also murdered another heroine's parents in mysterious circumstances. Fictional parenthood can be a risky business. 

Natural causes is a kinder option, but can be tricky unless they are elderly enough for that to be feasible. Easier if there is only one parent - absent dad and terminally ill single mum has sadly featured in several books I have read recently, and I have used that one in a stored manuscript too. 

Alive but distant is a possibility. Estranged for a variety of reasons, either on their part or on the protagonist's. We've all read the disinherited heir or the runaway - or simply the emotionally unavailable parent with whom an adult hero or heroine now has very little in common, except the accident of birth. Those situations require explanation and might have emotional consequences, which the author may not want to explore. Which is where we circle back to that car crash. Or simple physical distance, living in a distant part of the country, or the world - retirement to Spain is another situation I have seen several times recently. 

This seems to have turned into a rather heartless post, callously killing off all these innocent family members. I'm not really like that, honestly. Except when I am. Writers are like that, when we're being writers...

IRL I was lucky. My parents are still much missed, but I know not everyone has that luck. 

But I hope that you get my point - that there are layers and decisions to writing a book that are not always foreseen or appreciated. All part of the creative process - but not necessarily what you expect when you first sit down with the hope and intention of writing a book. 

Using your words

 My latest writers' group meeting ended in a three cornered discussion on writing the dreaded synopsis. I say dreaded, because I don't recall ever meeting an author who greeted the idea with anything less. It doesn't matter if it is for a book as yet unwritten, or incomplete, or one that is finished - although both have their own unique problems. For a book that is not finished the dilemma is significantly:  'How the heck do I know what is going to happen? I'm only writing the thing.' The plot might take all sorts of turns before we reach the end. The characters might wander off in their own path, with the hapless author running along behind, waving their arms and yelling, 'You're supposed to be going that way.' (Take it from me - it never works.) 

In the case of the finished book you know what happened but there is the terrible task of shoe horning your wonderful, intricate work of art into a measly single page, single spaced, and plenty of white space, so it looks good as well as reads well. Hah! 

Authors who write novels are mostly not well adjusted to short pieces. 

In finished and unfinished there is a matter of selection - do you mention that sub plot about the brother, and the best friend - and what about the dog. (Yes, that was me, a few weeks ago.) 

I haven't done a synopsis for long time - until I did one a few weeks ago for the agent/editor round that is part of the Romantic Novelists' Association conference. It probably did me good to stretch my brain. I can't say that it will totally reflect the book that finally comes out, but it is an approximation, I hope. And no, I didn't mention the brother, or the dog. Any one reading the first few thousand words will find out about them fairly quickly.  A synopsis is all about making your words count. That three cornered discussion was interesting - the take away points - focus on the main story, make sure you reveal the ending, the agent/editor wants to know that you have a finish line in mind - OK, so it might not be quite the one you first thought of ...

The other thing that occurred to me was the using your words thing. The right choice can convey chunks of the plot without the detail. A character demanding something instead of asking or requesting says a whole lot about the situation, the relationship. the character themselves - all in one word. So, you have to weigh them and make them count, carrying as much load as they can, but without making it sound over blown, or a melodrama - which is why writing a synopsis is so damn hard!

Power of the Classics?

 As a writer I do like to get down from the Ivory Tower on occasions. Some of those occasions are meetings with other writers. Lunch or dinner may be involved. Also gossip - hey, we are human beings, and writers are nosy by nature. Whining and moaning may take place. See above, on being human. 

Also there is discussion.

Having dinner the other day talk got around to 'Watcha reading?' One friend revealed a project to read or re-read the complete works of a classic author, and the benefit this was having on her writing. 

I am not much on the classics. Read a lot of them in school, and in those days (I know, dinosaurs) you were expected to read around the set texts. Haven't done much that way since. I referred last week to abandoning a list of reading I was supposed to do for an exam and choosing the drama question instead. Now that was a completely different story. Shakespeare, the Jacobeans, Theatre of the Absurd - an awful lot of Beckett, Pinter, Osborne, Genet. and a lot of it a bit weird. And yes, it was all still pretty new then. I am that old. Thing is, I think it fed into my writing - rhythm, dialogue, silence, pauses (Thank you, Harold).  Influences do matter. With some people it is films - thriller writers often reference Film Noir classics. I gather that video games are also influencers now. Won't happen to me, but if it works ...

Writers are sponges, they soak up all sorts of things. And then they come back -  in books. 

The White Whale

 I read a lot of crime. Mostly romantic suspense, but there are police procedurals, cosies with amateur  sleuths, the occasional thriller. Crime with horror, the supernatural, ghosts, dogs, Dust Bunnies. (You need to be a fan of Jayne Ann Krentz, which I am, to get that one) they are all in the mix. One of the things I have noticed, and enjoyed recently, is the cold case crime. This is art following life, of course, as with ever refining forensic techniques, where evidence has been effectively preserved it is possible to revisit cases that stalled, and bring them to a successful conclusion. 

In fiction, one of the tropes of this sub genre is the detective and the one that got away. That case that they never managed to solve. In something I read recently the detective referred to it as her White Whale. Sadly I can't remember now what book it was, sorry, but the expression stayed with me. Memory is a tricky thing. I had the perfect ending for the WIP, when I get there. Did I write it down? No. Can I remember it? Also No. I am hoping that it will surface, even if in ghost form, when I get there. When. And Nel and Logan might have quite different feeling when I do, so I am trying not to grizzle about it.  But, back to the whale. As far as I know I have never read Moby Dick. It was probably on the list of classic literature that I was supposed to read for an exam in the dark and distant past, but I abandoned the list fairly soon and did the drama question instead. Much more my thing. But I still know about the White Whale. Literature is an entwining thing, the blocks from the past on which successive writers build. I've mentioned before the use of classic quote for subsequent book titles, which I love, but which in these days of algorithms are less common. It's all key words now, and poetry, Shakespeare and the Bible can be a bit light on those.  But the references remain - and the books we write now are that much richer for it. 

The power of the secret

 I'm sure you've noticed - writers, readers - and the people in publishing  who decide on book titles - love a secret. 

It's what makes the genre fiction world go round. And yes, I hold my hand up for that. I like a secret too. It comes in all sorts of ways. In crime and in romance -  a subject for blackmail or maybe an event that happened in the past that no one talks about - that's the classic for a group of friends who did something awful in the past, agreed not to speak of it and then it starts to come to light many years later. I've often wondered about having that sort of secret hanging over you. Honestly I think I'd confess - can't stand the suspense. I write it not live it. There is the treasure hunt sort of secret, when you have to follow the clues or the map or whatever, and whodunnits are actually one big secret. Who actually did make away with Colonel Mustard in the library - and was it with the poker or the candlestick? 

In romance there is often a family secret - one that the protagonist doesn't know about but which impacts their life out of the blue. A favourite is the secret baby, but knowledge that a close relative was a criminal might have just as much impact. With the popularity of DNA and ancestor research these days more people are actually living it - before it might just be a family rumour about that nine months Auntie Flo, spent living with that cousin in Scotland ...

People in fiction - human and non human - are complex characters - that's what makes them interesting. Curiosity can kill the cat, and gets quite a number of protagonists into trouble when they go poking around things they shouldn't. There is a common myth that many people who gets the message 'Fly, all is revealed' (or the modern equivalent - probably a WhatsApp? ) would be on their horse (or the car/train/bus) within the hour. 

Thankfully, I don't have secrets like that. I don't have a horse, or a car, so the fleeing stuff would be difficult.  I do currently have a secret - don't groan - it's the re-release of the four Riviera books as a box set all for 99p - or free if you read on Unlimited. Currently number four in hot new releases for romance anthologies - so people must be reading them. Thanks. And I hope you enjoy them 

Bookfair jaunt

 I had a fun day out at the beginning of the month - a trip to Cardiff Bay and the Sugarpages Book Fair at the Futures Inn. 

I haven't been down to the Bay for a long while - used to be there every weekday when I worked in Baltic House, opposite the Coal Exchange. It was worth the trip on this occasion as the fair was a lot of fun. A room full of authors with all kinds of books - historical, fantasy, romance and thrillers. Really, what's not to like?  Apparently there were about 300 visitors over the course of the day. I timed my arrival a bit later - it takes a while to get down there on the train and I did get a bit lost on the way. One of those cases when you can see where you want to be but end up down the wrong road. Didn't take long to find my way though, it was a lovely sunny morning and being later was probably a good thing as there had been a very long queue when the doors opened.

It was good to talk to so many authors and the room was buzzing with people chatting, buying books and having them signed. I exercised strong will power and did not buy any physical books but made notes and took names and spent the evening loading up my e-reader. Plenty of new names to try out and even better when you have actually met the author.   

I spent a happy hour or so wandering round, chatting and admiring - and there was a lot to admire. Once hunger finally got the better of me I found my way over to the Millennium Centre, treating myself to a late lunch and a wander around the network of craft stalls which were there for the Bank Holiday. Lots of chatting and admiring there too. 

It was a very successful day out, with plenty of enjoyment reading the results. 

SugarPages will be doing a series of similar events during 2026 - two in Bristol and also in Thornbury and Gloucester, with a return trip to Cardiff in November, so there are plenty more opportunities to meet some authors and check out some books in fun events. 

News

 The Riviera books have been put together in a new box set. All four of them, including the two that were finalists in the Romantic Novelists' Association's Jackie Collins Romantic Thriller of the Year award. Three were boxed as a set before, but now you get all four for 99p! And they have a brand new cover. If you don't have all the books already, this is your chance. Romantic suspense - so you get mayhem and murder along with the hearts and flowers. There are flowers - this is the Riviera. I couldn't resist describing beautiful gardens. You can see the link to Amazon  HERE

Accidental inspiration.

 I had a day out with a friend yesterday. Amongst coffee, lunch and lots of gossip, we visited the Gwen John exhibition at the museum in Cardiff. I didn't know a lot about her, and having seen the exhibition I can't say that she is going into my top five of favourite painters, bur the exhibition was worth visiting. As  a writer I'm a great believer in taking opportunities - art, theatre, lectures - you never know what might feed the beast called inspiration, for want of a better description. 

Gwen John's works were small, mostly domestic scenes and portraits, many in series and with a muted colour palettte. There were a lot of people at the exhibition and it was clear that a great deal of work and organisation had gone into assembling it, from many sources - private and public collections from around the world. 

Apart from the art, what did I get? She studied at the Slade, so there was information about her studies there.  The artist in my partially completed but currently stalled WIP studied there, so now I have information that will be useful when I finally go back to it. There were books, diaries and letters, always interesting and a bit of inspiration for the current WIP, although my 'artist' is a writer. I fell in love with a small published volume - I think it might have been poetry  - that had drawings and annotations in the margins - that will certainly be inspiring for future books. And as I mentioned, the paintings were in series. That gave me a half formed idea of some sort of hidden message in an artist's work. It's nebulous at the moment, but it will develop if and when needed, I am sure.

So, that's what I got from my day out. Very well worth it.

And vey enjoyable. 

Right Time?

 The WIP is meant to have shades of Dark Academia. Don't know how that is going to pan out, but that's the current plan. Dark academia has a Gothic, moody vibe, which means that the standard time for them to take place is autumn. That's the setting for the first part of the WIP - November, under a Frost moon. (The most cited name for November's moon is Beaver. but it didn't have the same ring.)   The story is in two parts though, so what about the second? Which leads me to a big question, can you be spooky in daylight?

You see, I have a yen to set the second half of the book around now - spring, more specifically Beltane, 1st May, time of fire festivals.

I know where this comes from. Ever since reading Mary Stewart's Wildfire at Midnight  set on the island of Skye in the run up to the coronation in 1953 - which was at the beginning of June, so a little later than Beltane, but making use of the idea of the Beltane fires, I have wanted to create something set at Beltane.

Is this the opportunity? Is it possible to get the gothic and Dark Academic vibe when there is so much daylight? I have realised that I am planning two incidents of arson as part of the book - when you write suspense you get to do all the 'fun' stuff - so the fire theme may be emerging incidentally. 

But can I make May sufficiently creepy?

I'm really not sure, but I am thinking seriously. My location is the Welsh coast, not a Scottish island, but I'm trying for Atmosphere - with a distinct capital A. There might be fog - which is a device Mary Stewart also uses, but I'm not too keen on that. 

I'm really not sure. But I'm tempted...

Am I doing this?

 As you know, the WIP is really making progress - slow, but happening. Now I have some pages in my hand, I am wondering ...

As part of the Romantic Novelists' Association conference which takes place at the end of July attendees have the opportunity of a short consultation with an agent or editor - possibly more than one, to discuss a manuscript. Big question - should I have a go? The MS is a long way from anything like finished. A looong way. And I have no idea what I intend to do with it when that happens, except a nebulous idea about self publishing. But - now I am tempted. The 1-2-1 sessions at conference are acknowledged to be only the very first step on a book being taken on, so there would be no six figure contracts in the offing. (Don't we all wish!) but it would be interesting to find out from a professional whether they found it interesting, particularly as I am crossing genres - romantic suspense and dark academia. (And which is a big reason why I have assumed I would have to self publish). 

Thing is, the selection process requires all the usual submission stuff, synopsis, elevator pitch, bio, the opening of the actual book ... I haven't done any of that for a long time. 

Do I want to? 

Would I be better off spending my time just quietly plowing on with the actual WIP? Currently dithering and  scribbling 30 word pitches on bits of scrap paper.

I'm really not sure. But if I don't, will I get to the conference, hear the valuable  feedback other people are getting and wish I had?  

I used to do those author/editor/agent meetings at every opportunity before I had a book accepted. And it was as a result of one of those 1-2-1s at the RNA conference in Greenwich, many moons ago, that I got my contract with Choc-lit. 

No expectations now, and it will be a while before there is actually a viable book.

But I am curious ...

Excitement

 It's been an exciting week in the romance world - the week when the finalists in the Romantic Novelists' Association annual awards are announced. Judged by readers and spread over twelve categories the awards represent some of the best UK romantic fiction over the past year. Names you will know, some you won't, all competing for the accolade of being a winner. Even being a finalist is a great honour and a real buzz. I know, I've been a winner once and a finalist twice. As I have not had a book out for a while, I don't have a horse in the race - although I have hopes that maybe it might happen again. There are lots of friends in the various line ups this year, so awards night, which takes place next month, will be an event. If you want to know a bit more, and maybe get some high class suggestions for the TBR pile details are HERE

And reliving past glories - this is when I won the Joan Hessayan trophy for the best RNA debut in 2012 with the book that was then called Never Coming Home. 

The RNA Chairperson, the late Annie Ashcroft/Sara Craven is handing over the trophy. I don't remember if that was before or after I burst into tears! I will always be proud that my name is on the lovely little piece of silverware. 

Testing the water.

Being an author is like sitting in an ivory tower. You scribble away, never quite sure whether what you are producing is viable, or even if it makes sense. Which is why when someone at the writers' group that I attend in Hereford suggested we have a workshop to critique each others WIP, I jumped at the chance. I've done it before, but not for a while. It is a supportive atmosphere, the object is constructive criticism, with a bit of encouragement thrown in, so a good place to launch your duckling on an unsuspecting world to find out if you have a potential swan - or just a duckling with delusions of grandeur. 

There were 8 of us, everyone puts in 10 pages, anonymously, we hire a room and take the day to work through them, with lunch in the middle. Apart from the day itself, the first scary thing was seeing the other submissions. All very different, all scary good. It was at this point I began to get Imposter Syndrome in a big way!

As it was an early start and I wanted to be on the ball as my 10 pages were first on the list. I had a very nice night in the Green Dragon Hotel in the town centre. It made a real difference, as my journey time is two hours on the train, with a very early walk to the station. Fine for a social event and catch up with friends - not so good if you will be spending the day working. with an earlier start than usual to get everything in. 

And it was worth it. 

As I have said before, I am returning to the style I had when I first got published, a rather more gritty romantic suspense. I was particularly wondering about my first line and whether I had managed to get the hero right - I wanted mystery and an edge of danger. Turns out things were OK. I got some really good feedback about the whole thing, the things people wanted to see about my heroine and pointers on the setting. We had an entertaining discussion on whether seagulls fly in the dark. (They do, I have them nesting on my neighbours' roofs, but I probably need to have another look at that.) It has given me confidence to keep going, and we are doing it all again in October, so I can have another go with another bit. It was really good to look at everyone else's work too, read some really great stories and help other authors in the way they had helped me. And a lot of fun finding out if your guesses of who had written what were right. 

All in all a tiring and intensive but worthwhile day.

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Guess where I've been?

 

Yes - it was a few days in London - research and a day at the London Book Fair. The research was productive - first a trip to the Wallace Collection in Manchester Square. I visited a few favourites - including two paintings by Watteau that I have used in a book. Sorry to say I can't remember which book!  I think is was Masquerade. The main object of the exercise though was to see Caravaggio's painting of Victorious Cupid which is currently on loan from a gallery in Berlin. I have plans for a future book that will involve a missing Caravaggio painting - he led a pretty tumultuous life so there are a few of them, but I'm going to invent one - and with all drama he enjoyed I think it will be plausible. But - hey, it's a story - I made it up. The cupid was wonderful. A street urchin with eagle wings as the god of love. You can see it HERE  

On my last day I popped over to the British Library. The heroine of the WIP, Nel, will be spending some time researching there so I wanted to reacquaint myself with the place. I had a good prowl around, and reacquainted also with the shop, that had a three for two offer on the BL Crime Classics, so my credit card got an unexpected airing. I think I will renew my readers card so I can have the full experience next time. Got to get the paperwork sorted for that. 

And in between was the Book Fair at Olympia. It was big, and very interesting. I'd been before, many years ago. It's humming with publishers and industry professionals, doing business, and fascinating for an author to see a huge and dynamic industry at work - all the various publishers, UK and foreign - and extra services, from literary themed socks to tote bags.  I was interested in things related to self publishing and there was plenty to see. I explored and talked to a lot of people, attended a panel on Kindle Unlimited, connected with a few old friends, picked up leaflets and brochures which I now have to read and digest. I was particularly interested in the companies offering services like distribution and audio, such as Audible, Ingram Spark and Gardners.  I'm expecting that the WIP will be self published, so I'm looking forward to learning more. I'd like to be able to offer paperbacks as well as e-books and as most of my books have audio versions that would be good too, but it is all very ambitious at the moment. But we can dream. I especially fell for the paperbacks with the gorgeous sprayed edges. Yes please!!!

It was a good and useful day. Plenty of food for future thought. And for making plans, when the time is right. It will probably start as baby steps, but it is good to understand the possibilities.  

Now - write the book!!!!!!!!!!!

Tropes - or no tropes?

 Many of those who read romance are big on tropes. Which means writers are too. I've never been that big on them, or at least, not while writing the book. Afterwards you can see them - Summer in San Remo was enemies to lovers and second chance romance, but it didn't start out that way in my head. It was Cass and Jake, who had history - and it grew from there. 

As tropes are such a thing at the moment I've been wondering about a few for the WIP. But right now I actually can't think of any!!!

Writing romantic suspense maybe puts it a bit outside the categories, or creates some of its own? I know my hero has a protective streak, and he will not believe that he is the right man for the heroine - until we both prove him wrong. And my heroine? She's independent and competent, but her confidence has been badly shaken, so she is suffering a bit from imposter syndrome - and writers know all about that. 

And then there is the Dark Academia that I keep banging on about. Now that will have some tropes. Buildings, gothic style, I have a few of them lined up. Obsession - plenty of that from the villain of the piece. I've not got him/her picked out properly yet, but I know they will emerge from the fog when the time is right. There is the academic stuff - now that is my thing.  I'm having fun creating a subject for Nel's PhD thesis that is going to get lots of people into lots of trouble. Atmosphere - goes with the buildings, but there will have to be old books, and probably candles, and an autumnal feel, and plenty of art and history - which is certainly a thing. Remind me to tell you about the research into the painter, Caravaggio. It's not for this book, but I have plans. But in all these I cannot see me shoehorning in a forced proximity or grumpy/sunshine senario, unless it happens naturally. 

As far as this WIP goes, I have a beginning. I have a writers' workshop coming up soon when I will be trying out that beginning on some fellow authors. All friends, but that does not mean that there will not be opinions expressed. I've not done one for a while, so I am nervous. But it will be a good exercise to see if what I have so far has legs. Fingers crossed. 

A day out!

 This time of the year I don't get out much - weather and lack of light, but I did manage a day trip to Gloucester a few weeks ago with a friend and as I had never seen the magnificent cathedral, that was on the list of things to do. Along with a little light retail therapy, lunch and lots of gossip.  

The cathedral was fabulous, as they usually are. Completely amazing how such huge and highly decorated constructions were achieved so many hundreds of years ago and we seem to struggle putting up even small and ugly buildings. They were, of course, sacred places intended for worship, and I'm sure that would have made all the difference. But I digress. 

We patronised the cafe and wandered the cloisters, which really are beautiful. Harry Potter fans would recognise them, as they feature in several places in the films. That was a little research, as cloisters are a bit of a dark academia thing, so I am hoping to get them into the WIP at some point. Although they won't be in Gloucester, but Somewhere Else, courtesy of my imagination. The WIP is still in progress, you will be glad to know. I've put the opening pages into a crit workshop with a group of friends in a few weeks time, so am now chewing my nails about what everyone will think of it. And I'm digressing again.  

We prowled the cathedral proper and visited the tomb of Edward II, who was murdered in a very nasty way, if you listen to Christopher Marlowe. He is said to have died at Berkley Castle, possibly by murder, unspecified. A forced abdication in favour of his son,  Edward III. There is also a theory that he was not murdered at all, and  managed to escape captivity to live on for a number of years. Which begs the question of who is in the rather impressive tomb. It was all a very long time ago. 

It was a lovely day out. and well worth the train ride - although, as you know, I like trains. 

My new fascination

You've heard me talking about it already - Dark Academia. I want to write one, so I'm having a try. As I do not intend to give up my preferred genre of romantic suspense, it is going to be my version - maybe a sort of hybrid? We'll have to see what comes out.

I've read a few  over the years. Memorable ones? Donna Tart's Secret History, M L Rio's  If We Were Villains and Katy Hays' The Cloisters. Personally I'd also add KJ Charles' Death in the Spires to that list, although it is actually promoted as an historical  mystery. And Gilly MacMillan's The Burning Library also has overtones. And although no one has ever mentioned it, as far as I am aware, and I have to admit I've never watched it, lots that I've heard about the TV series The Traitors goes with the vibe. Castles, tartan, betrayal ...

As well as reading I've researched tropes and ingredients. 

Of course it starts with the pursuit of knowledge - that can be art or literature.  The protagonists have to be pretty expert at what they do and usually that's as part of a small and exclusive group.  The setting is gothic and we know I've wanted to try my hand at one of those ever since doing an evening class on gothic novels with Cardiff University's Lifelong Learning Department. The atmosphere is autumnal - not my favourite time of the year, but you can't beat it for atmosphere, There are cloisters, libraries, obsessions, secret societies, secrets, power. Plenty of scope in that soup for me to have some fun. Also apparently the right kinds of clothes are a thing - tweed, plaid, tailoring, blazers and loafers, leather bags, (Google it and you get all sorts of suggestions for a capsule wardrobe.)

One of the element that I do have a bit of an issue with is the assertion that the protagonists are morally grey. That does not go along with my romantic leanings. Those around them may be ambiguous, or even down right nasty, but my hero and heroine have to stay true to my genre. And there will have to be a happy ending. Although not for everyone. Body count is already rising.. 

Not sure what I'm going to get at the end of this, but I'm looking forward to the journey. 

The last February prompt.

 The Romantic fiction prompt for today is what film or TV series is most like your books? 

My earlier books are inspired more by other authors  - American romantic suspense from authors like Nora Roberts, Jayne Ann Krentz and Karen Rose. 

My most recent books - the Riviera series - those owe a lot of all those glossy TV series from the 80s. If I have to pick one I’m choosing the American TV show Remington Steele, but it could equally have been any of those glossy detective shows of the 1980s – Moonlighting, Scarecrow and Mrs King, Hart to Hart. Remington Steele gets the vote solely on the strength of staring Pierce Brosnan – the classic tall, dark, handsome hero. They were glitzy, sophisticated, action driven, with a central couple with a teasing will they/won’t they relationship (although the couple in Hart to Hart were married) – the kind of escapist entertainment that I was aiming for in the Riviera series. Of course my hero and heroine do get together – that’s why it’s romantic suspense.

And the WIP? Well, I'm really not sure about that one. It's early days. I want to go back to a grittier style - I'm not sure that I'm doing that, but the body count is certainly rising. I want to explore the gothic and dark academia, but at the moment I seem to be channeling a vibe from Raiders of the Lost Arc and The Da Vinci Code. There is a distinct treasure hunt feel going on. Not at all sure where it is going, but it is going and I am enjoying it, so at the moment it's all good. The pushing treacle up hill bit doesn't usually set in until later. 

Prompt of the day

 Still with Romantic Fiction Month. A lot of the prompts have been what you write, but today's is about how - by hand, on computer, dictated to your secretary. Okay, so I don't actually know anyone who does that last one, but apparently the legendary Barbara Cartland wrote that way.

Me, I'm an advocate of handwriting. That's how the first draft gets done. After that I get it into typing by reading it to my Dragon (dictation program) which is also the first round of my own edits.

I can think onto the typewriter for short things, like this blog, but not for a novel. Writing by hand has advantages. corrections and changes of mind are easy, though not always later when I am trying to decide whether that additional paragraph comes before this one. I've always used handwriting in work - as a committee administrator, taking notes, hand writing was the only mean possible, and I am old enough that a large chunk of my working life took place when there was still such a thing as a typing pool. The same applies to my academic career, notes, pages and pages of them. Hand writing is what I am used to. And they say that the connection between hand and brain is greater and better for the creative process when you hand write, which is a nice idea.

And, of course, you can write anywhere. At the moment it is mostly in my posh orthopedic chair, which was actually made to measure - and priced accordingly, but we won't go there. It is very comfortable and it reclines! Trains are also a favourite place for writing too. And in the summer in the garden, but not at the moment. The paper would get too soggy. 

The big thing is that you should write how and where you are most comfortable. A book takes a long time to write - or for me it does - so the process has to be enjoyable. And that, I think, comes through in the words, however they get on the page.  

And today's prompt is ...

 I'm not officially taking part in the romantic fiction month, except for liking and sharing posts and reels from lots of friends -and there are some really fun and informative ones out there, I hope you have found and enjoyed a few - but I couldn't resist today's prompt, which was 'What would your characters wear?'

As a well known clothes horse, this is right in my wardrobe, so to speak. Clothes are my thing. And they are also an important element in my writing. A short hand for character and a fast way of setting a scene, introducing a personality, and generally having a bit of fun. Dress your hero in a  black leather jacket- and you know there is going to a bit of the bad boy in there. A brown one is a whole different story - upmarket and well dressed. A heroine taking time over her appearance, whether it is for a business meeting or a date, and you know it is important to her. Clothes are fast clues - dowdy, over revealing, age inappropriate tell you so much about a supporting character without having to go into a lot of detail. 

The IDEA, currently brewing, has a number of places where clothes are part of the story. Art is involved, so there is an element of costume. I have a feeling that Tarot cards will be involved too, so clothing that echoes elements of the card deck may well make an appearance. I've just made the acquaintance of a woman who I know is going to be a minor villain - very expensive and rigid in her tastes. The hero has quite a significant life change after the first third of the book, and the change in the way he dresses is a big part of it. And, of course, I am aiming to incorporate an element of Dark Academia - although I have to say that the moment it is heading closer to Raiders of the Lost Ark!

But Dark Academia has it's own dress code - tweed and wool, dark muted autumn colours, vintage pieces and  classic and tailored styles, leather shoes and accessories, heavy knitwear, blazers and trench coats - everything that says scholarly and traditional. I'm looking forward to enjoying myself  with that. 

Coming to Social Media near you.

 Currently lots of author friends are celebrating Valentine month by posting a series of prompted posts all about their romance writing. Not everyone will post every day and not on all social media but you should be seeing some posts and shares on whatever your scroll of choice is. Today's prompt is a question on whether you write in other genres except romance, so there will probably be fewer posts from the die hard romantics, but you might learn something interesting about  one of you favourites? More genres for the TBR pile. I've threatened to try my hand at cosy crime, but it ain't happened yet. Not sure if Dark Academia counts, but that isn't written yet either and it is going to be still heavy on the romantic suspense, because that's who I am. 

Anyway, I hope you see some of the posts and enjoy them. You'll know what you are seeing from the hashtag 

RomFicFeb26

At the start?

 I'm in a scary place at the moment - hovering on the edge of starting a new manuscript!!! 

The idea that has been bugging me since Xmas is still bugging me, and now I've signed on for a workshop in March that requires a new piece of work for a critique session - so it looks as if I am doing this. I have notes. I have research - lots of stuff on Dark Academia, which is where the thing seems to be taking itself.  More of that in future posts. I've back burnered the projects I was struggling with for the moment and I'm gathering myself for the cliff. 

If you are writing fiction there is always a series of simple questions to be answered at the start of the project – even if the author is not consciously following a framework.

Who? What? When? Where? How? 

Who – the protagonist, the villain, the key supporting characters,

What – overall premise – murder mystery, jewel heist, treasure hunt.

When – historical, contemporary, futuristic

Where – the setting – cosy village, desert island, outer space.

How – that’s your plot - and the point where it all starts to get way more complicated ...

I'm assembling those elements. I don't have all my cast yet. I have hero and heroine, but not the supporting players - or not all of them. I know roughly where the thing is going. It's contemporary, but over an extended time line. It will be set primarily in Wales - yes, I am coming home. 

And the plot? Like I said, it's complicated. 

I'll keep you posted. 

(Apologies for the absence of a post last week. My computer, a venerable old lady, who is showing her age a bit, had a hissy fit and would not let me near half the display and controls. I've sorted it out now for the moment, but something will probably have to be done long term.) 

Because of the hissy fit I did not get to wish you a happy St Dwynwen's Day on Sunday. So I am saying it now. 

Diwrnod Santes Dwynwen Happus. 

Technical Hitch

 Apologies for the absence of a new post on Wednesday 21 January. I'm having an irritating technical problem.

I hope that normal service will be resumed in the near future.

Coffee Addiction?

 Not me. I rarely drink it. Tea is my beverage of choice. A preference inherited, I think, from my grandmother.  I have six different varieties in the cupboard which I do drink regularly, but a nice mug of English Breakfast is always acceptable. Or should that be Welsh Breakfast? 

I have noticed however that people in my reading matter seem to have an obsession with the stuff - coffee that is. It's particularly noticeable first thing in the morning, when characters either cannot function at all, or are super grumpy, or both, before their caffeine fix. Often preparation involves a machine of considerable expense that requires Master's degree in engineering to work it. Yes, I have done that one. With all the different types now on offer it can be a marker for personality. The rugged hero, of course, drinks his black. If he's a cop, it probably has the consistency of engine oil. Heroine gets something with more milk.  The precious princess semi villain - ex girlfriend, difficult boss, snooty colleague, will probably insist on a special type of non dairy, specific number of shots, etc. And I admit to this category too - I do have a weakness for the occasional fancy stuff with syrups and other additions, Dairy is OK, but I have been known to ask which speciality brew has the least coffee in it. Tea addiction - see above. 

Then there is, of course the coffee shop as a place for the meet cute, a work location or a fast pit stop in a queue for a take away. The cosy coffee shop, often attached to a bookshop, gallery, garden or stately home can be the impetus for a whole book on its own. And if you add dogs, cats, dragons ...

From a writer's point of view coffee is a useful 'prop'. It gives your actors something to do. It is an icebreaker and a signal of hospitality. It can be offered at any time of the day, unlike alcohol. It serves in the place that tobacco took in golden age fiction, when cigarettes would be offered rather than a drink. It's universal and will probably not be going away any time soon. It has certainly come a long way from the milky coffee in the cafe by the beach that was the reward for a cold winter walk in my childhood. What would now be classed as a latte - and made with instant powder, of course. 

But that was a long time ago.

Distraction?

 You've probably seen lots of them - videos and reels and memes of kittens chasing feathery toys. Distracted by the new and pretty. 'Oh - look at that! Chase it! Chase it!' 

At the moment, that is me too.

I have a Work In Progress that has been moving at the pace of treacle. And I have been threatening to try my hand at a cosy crime - even done some work on it. I'm still interested. I have a fantastic plot twist that  I would love to put into writing - well, I think it is fantastic. But somehow the rest of the book has never come together - or not yet. I have not given up on the idea by any means. Because that's what happens with ideas. And it's happening now. In a completely different part of the forest. Suddenly I have my own shiny feather on a string, distracting me. Two ideas that have suddenly melded, a MacGuffin, a hero who has been occupying space in my head for a very long time, and an opening line that I really want to use. I blogged about it in November when it first began to simmer and it hasn't gone away. Instead it is gathering momentum - two strands that didn't have anything around them that are acquiring form and substance.  It's a romantic suspense, possibly the first of a trilogy and it is busy incorporating all sorts of threads and snippets that I have wanted to write for some time.

So now what do I do? 

Go after the fluffy distraction and write that one instead?