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.