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At a loose end

2008-03-07T03:28:00.000-08:00

Its been a month since I handed in my novel and you'd think I'd be chilling out, enjoying the freedom of all this spare time.

To be honest, the plans to have no plans never really came to anything. The moment I put away my laptop I zoomed off to Portugal and France with work. And now we're moving house - with three travel sick pets in tow - not exactly taking it easy.

But still, I find myself itching to start the next novel. Life without a my 'imaginary friends' feels directionless. One dimensional.

Maybe its because I know that, career wise, I don't want to be doing what I'm doing now for the rest of my life - I want to be sitting at my kitchen table in my pajamas, writing novels with my dog at my feet. It's as if I can't sit still until I get there!

Meanwhile, the feedback from my agent on novel 1 has been positive and out of the 5 top flight editors he sent 3 sample chapters too - 3 have now requested the full manuscript! Whoopeeee! Another reason to have ants in my pants.

Going going gone

2008-02-17T11:07:00.000-08:00

Phew! I finally handed my novel in to my agent on Friday! Hurray!

God knows if its good enough - I suspect there may be more work to be done - but after 5 (count 'em) redrafts, I was starting to see double and finding it hard to care anymore... I was just so desperate to get rid of the thing!

The rewrite was the hardest thing I've ever done. It was actually painful. For my brain. For my stressed-out body and for my poor husband, who started to think he was married to a laptop.

The hardest thing? When to stop. It was never going to perfect - but when would it be good enough? My teacher said keep going till you're happy with it. But I felt like I might go on fiddling forever.

By Friday, I reached a point when I felt like I was doing more harm than good - there's only so much you can cut and tweak something before it gets painful.

Who knows what my agent will make of it. He signed me up on basis of 15 chapters out of 7o! But even if it's crap at least I've done it. Stuck at it. A lot of people want to write a book. Few start. Even fewer finish, and fewer still get up pre-dawn and sit up past midnight polishing the thing into oblivion.

Keep telling yourself that, Jude.

The End

2008-01-01T12:35:00.000-08:00

Hello all!

Just a quick one to say I hope you all had a jolly Christmas and champagne-filled new year. As 2007 comes to a close, I'm celebrating not just the end of a wonderful year for me - 'I do', a step on the property ladder and a new dog! - but also the end of my first novel. I finally wrote the last full stop at four o' clock on New Years Eve! Hurray!

January will see me frantically tweaking, polishing and honing all 70 chapters in time to hand it in to my agent ASAP. Where to start? Its a daunting prospect but I'm starting with a chapter-by-chapter review of the plot and an emotional life line of my characters, just to make sure it all hangs together. Err... right. Only then will I start obsessing over adjectives and tackling the nitty gritty.

2007 has been a great writing year for me. Here's hope 2008 is a great one for all!

PS the new dog is a Collie-Corgi cross from a nearby rescue home, who arrived with us on Christmas Eve. His name is Lucky and HIS end wags like a charm.

Once upon a time

2007-12-06T04:00:00.000-08:00

A lovely writer held a Christmas party at her Victorian town house in Berkhamsted. She invited all her eager students, her black dog and her ginger cat. Even her rock and roll son with his funky earing came along.

They brought chocolate crispy cakes sprinkled with silver balls, cocktail sticks of cheese and lots of fizzy wine.

They talked about ghosts and books and how hard it is to stare at a blank screen, still 1000 words away from your daily word target. There was a literary quiz, which although interesting, never got played and a short story competition.

And the winner was me ME ME!

They all lived happily ever after.

Twist and shout

2007-11-20T05:27:00.000-08:00

As you all know, I've been dawdling along, trying to finish my novel for a while now. It seemed to be chugging along OK - the wordometer was creeping up nicely - all except for one small detail... I didn't have a clue where it was all going.

Honestly, I was at serious risk of rambling round in self-indulgent waffle forever! But I've never been one for planning so I wasn't overly concerned about my lack of ending. I assumed my sense of direction would pitch up at a crossroads sooner or later.

And - hurray! - it did. The inspiration came when I was reading Lorelei Mathias's novel, Lost for Words. http://www.amazon.co.uk/Lost-Words-Little-Black-Dress/dp/0755332741/ref=pd_sbs_b_img_5 This sweet romance (which tells the story of a girl who knows she's in love – but she doesn't know who with) got me thinking. What if the situation in my novel wasn't all it seemed...

So, following a lot of back tracking and three point turns to see if it could be done, I decided to spring a shock on Mazie (and the reader) and throw the map out the window. It's time to jump-start Mazie's decision making process, goddamn it, before I get motion sickness with her toing and froing. Well, that's the idea, but I've never been particularly good with directions (I can't even drive) so God knows where I'll end up. You'll have to wait and see!

But in the meantime, don't worry - I'm not en-route to plagiarism-ville. My shock tactic is completely different to Lorelei's. But if I can pull it off half as elegantly as she did, I'll be chuffed to bits.

Can't wait to get on with writing now. The only problem is, I'm so excited about this new idea, I'm on the verge of shouting about it to everyone I know, ruining the big surprise. Opps.

Ten thousand tiny steps

2007-11-08T09:19:00.000-08:00

Whoo hoo! Have been tapping away at the computer and on my last count, I'd clocked up 70 000 words. So legally, I only need 10,000 more of the little buggers before they all line up and officially count as a novel.

How exciting. Suddenly The End is nigh! Its been a long time coming but these final few chapters seem more achievable with every full stop. Anyway, must get my head down and keep pushing on to that final paragraph!

Team Auld

2007-10-29T06:28:00.001-07:00

Greeting our public

2007-10-29T06:24:00.000-07:00

Back to Black

2007-10-25T03:23:00.000-07:00

Hello team

Just a quick one to say thanks for all your lovely messages re the The Wedding of the Year. We had an amazing, sun-streaked day, full of fizzy moments and cheek splitting smiles. Will post a few pics as soon as blogger lets me.

Having finally folded away the big white dress and pulled on my black winter polo neck, I'm starting to think about writing again. Have decided I'm probably going to sign on the dotted line with the agent who offered to represent me in September. To be honest, I've exhausted all my other leads and don't think I've got time to start generating new interest now. Besides, the agent I've got is a great one, so I just want to get on with working with him.

When we talked about getting me signed up, I promised I'd finish my first draft by Christmas. Ekkk! Cue strong cups of black coffee and frantic typing into the night!

Must raise my daily word count above 500.
Must stop dithering around with the thesaurus.
Must get off Facebook!

Still got about 15 000 - 20 000 words to go - not to mention all the tidying up of loose ends and editing that comes afterwards. Wish me luck! Still, when the clocks go back, and it's black from four, I shouldn't have too many distractions.

Today's the day

2007-09-14T22:41:00.001-07:00

Whooo Hooo! I'm going to the chapel and I'm gonna get married... Scrape me off the ceiling, I'm so excited! Other great news - I received the agent's offer letter through the post - haven't signed it yet but it feels more official and is reassuring black n' white proof I didn't dream the whole thing. Anyway, must go and get up that aisle! Next time I blog, I'll be a Mrs!

Hurray!

2007-09-07T02:04:00.000-07:00

I can't believe what's happened. I had a meeting with an agent yesterday who is interested in representing me!!!! I daren't say who cos I don't want to jinx it, but he's a good one too!

I've been so lucky! This has happened so quickly! It's amazing! It was my first submission, through a contact.

He suggested I meet a few other agents before I make up my mind (as if I know any other agents!!! as if they're on my speed dial!!!) So, now I'm in a pickle. It almost feels like I'm being greedy to look around. And because I can't quite believe how fast it's all happening, I want to sign on the dotted line ASAP, before he changes his mind...

HELP!!!! WHAT SHALL I DO???

Pre wedding insomniac

2007-08-31T22:14:00.000-07:00

Phew, just trying to get the hang of this adding-a-photo-to-your-profile lark. It's not easy! But then again, what did I expect at 6.42am on a Saturday morning...

Had a few too many Pinots last night and have been fidgeting since 3.48am. Poor old boyfriend has had to get used to sleeping alone recently - at least once a week I pad out of the bedroom, pre-dawn, wide eyed and wired. But how can I sleep with all this going on?!

Two weeks till we get married!
Two weeks to write and send out hundreds of pre-Christmas press releases at work.
Two weeks to delete all personal messages from my work email.
Two weeks to say goodbye to the cats before we go on honeymoon.
Two weeks to sort the table plan, flowers and first dance song.
Two weeks to tone my bingo wings.
Two weeks to wax off two months worth of fluff - it'll be like a harvest festival.
Two weeks to sort the airing cupboard before the mother in law comes to housesit.
Two weeks to pray I get some more good feedback from my first few chapters...

Miss not so Write after all...

2007-08-31T08:31:00.000-07:00

OK bloggers, I think it's about time I faced up to the dead end that is this competition... No news is bad news. Louise Candlish stated on her blog that the winners of the competition would be contacted towards the end of August. So for me and the other 2331 entrants whose phones have stayed agonizingly quiet over the past few weeks, it's time to hang up our hopes and move on.

Still, it's not all sighs and downcast eyes. Time to get on with getting some positive feedback. Over the past few weeks I've been tiptoeing around, gently tugging on a few sleeves and sliding my manuscript under the nose a few friends in the publishing world...

The response has been great! OK, so nobody has mentioned a bidding war or insisted on a two book deal yet (I wish), but there has been a few appreciative nods - enough to give me hope and a few leads, at least!

Hurray! I'm on the right path. Just got to keep ploughing on and get the damn thing finished. At the moment I'm darting between polishing the first half of my first draft (ready to send off to agents and submit formally) and writing the end. It's all a bit topsy-turvy but after a few wrong turns and lots of meandering, I'll get there in the end. Promise...

Buy the book

2007-08-10T08:43:00.000-07:00

I went to my writing teacher's book launch last night. Sophie King was celebrating the launch of her latest novel: Second Time Lucky at Waterstones in Berkhamsted. http://www.amazon.co.uk/s?ie=UTF8&search-type=ss&index=books-uk&field-author=Sophie%20King&page=1

It was a glorious balmy evening and as I flip-flopped towards the bookshop, sunburnt boyfriend in tow, I couldn't help wondering what the event might have in store.

I haven't hobnobbed with publishing types since leaving my editorial job in fiction three years ago, but I knew some old faces would be there and was hoping they'd remember me.

The lady of the moment was surrounded by friends, family and fans but she made me feel welcome straight away.

'Here, let me introduce me to my agent,' she smiled, tugging me towards a friendly looking man in the travel writing section.

I trotted after her, swapping my flute of Perrier for Pinot Grigio on the way and took a deep breath. Wow. A real live literary agent. Shaking my hand. As a budding author, what was I supposed to do in this sort situation? Is there a rulebook of dos and don'ts? It was hardly the place to wave my manuscript under his nose...

After a shaky start, involving a mad rambling moment when I lost all track of the rather uninteresting point I was trying to make, the conversation started to flow. At the mention of my chick-lit novel, another guest asked 'but isn't chick-lit dead?'

'I don't think so, 'I replied, stomach on spin cycle. Didn't she know I was trying to impress him? 'I think its ok as long as you've got a new angle or a hook to draw the reader in.'

Stealing a glance at THE AGENT over my canapé, I was relieved to note he was nodding along with me. Thank god!

'Yes, as long as it has new take on things, a catchy title and a nice hook, chick-lit still works,' he commented.

So that was that. Chick-lit lives on! I scuttled home for a celebratory Tio Pepe and a long night of working on my hook.

Warm words

2007-07-31T08:58:00.000-07:00

After two months of floods of biblical proportions, the sun has finally got his hat on. Though I'm not sure it's his thinking cap.

I don't know about you but the last few days of sunshine have done nothing for my concentration. Stuck in an office that has bars on the windows, a view of a car park and a budgetary ban on water coolers, the last thing I feeling like doing come 5 o'clock is rushing home to work on my word count.

Following last night's dinner (on a tray, in a deckchair, in the garden) I found myself kicking off my shoes, topping up my glass of Tio Pepe and getting in the mood for my up and coming honeymoon to Andalucía. Boyfriend looked most pleased to have some company as he cracked open another beer and wiggled his toes in the grass.

All very nice but the novel isn't going to write itself is it?

The lazy part of me whispers ‘so what, leave it till after the wedding, it’ll be nice to have something to focus on.’ Naughty girl.

But the tyrannical part of me (the very same part that’s imposed a time consuming pre-wedding skin care and fitness regime) is less sympathetic. ‘I don't care if you haven’t seen the sun for weeks!’ she screams with military coldness, ‘Get out of the garden and onto the computer. But not before you drop and give me twenty.’

So, which voice will win? I’ve always found warm words the most persuasive…

Ad nauseam

2007-07-27T04:05:00.000-07:00

I had a lesson with my writing teacher this week, and although things got off to a healthy start ('yes, I like this first chapter, well done,') by chapter 4 the compliments were waning (this needs a little more work.) By the time we'd limped through the last two ailing chapters, we were both a bit sick of it.

Oh dear. Is it just me or does anyone else regularly find themselves breaking out in a cold sweat, stomach-churning, while they feverishly try to remember what exactly possessed them to ramble on for 600 words - yes, two A4 pages! - about something completely gross?

This week's humiliation centered around a scene when one of my baddies was sick on one of my goodies. It seemed like a good idea at the time - a kind of dramatic turning point that inspires my hero to stand up for herself at last, after 60,000 words of lolling about like a weakling. Still, did I really have to go into such detail? What made me think anyone would want to read 600 different descriptions of vomit? I must be sick in the head!

Taking a deep breath, and a gulp of peppermint tea (to settle her stomach?), my teacher wisely suggested I rewrite the offensive section, trying this time, NOT to repulse the reader.

Bloody obvious, I know. But for some reason, in my determination to create vivid imagery, I’d overlooked the fact that no one wants to read about puke - no matter how clever or original the description.

Let’s hope I've learnt from that hiccup...

Miss Write around the corner

2007-07-25T08:15:00.000-07:00

Back in the days when the summer of 2007 still seemed like a sizzling prospect, I entered a writing competition run by Cosmopolitan magazine and Waterstones. The competition, 'Miss Write', promised one lucky novelist a book deal with Sphere, an introduction to a top literary agent and an 'offer of the week' slot at Waterstones. Basically, the stuff of all my chic-lit dreams...

Well, rumour has it the judging panel will be contacting the winner over the next few weeks. Blimey! Cue butterflies and ominous music. Hey, everyone's allowed a dream...

Now. Everyone who knows me will testify, I'm probably the world's worst phone answerer - guilty of all sorts of elusive silences and where-the-hell-is-she sins. Who do I think I am? A post-baby, pre-powerplate celeb?

No more! The competition has reformed my non-contactable nature and like those annoying people at dinner parties who can't seem to press the silence button and let the caller ring off, I've suddenly developed a fixation with my mobile.

Every time the damn thing rings my stomach swoops skyward and I'm pouncing on the vibration in a nervous frenzy. Private Number? The screen might as well read 'your future editor calling.' I'm seriously starting to wonder if it's possible to overdose on adrenaline.

Tell you what though, it's done wonders for my telephone voice. And my social life.

First cup is the deepest

2007-07-24T05:57:00.000-07:00

OK, so here I am, milky Earl Grey at the ready.

I'm starting my spanking new blog. I've fiddled with the font and messed about with the links, all that's left to do is actually write the damn thing!

It's a familiar feeling. Most of my novel writing sessions seem to start with a protracted faff around Facebook before I actually get down to adding anything to my word count.

It's taken me nearly a year to write 60 000 words! Is that good or bad? Fellow blogger and first time novelist, Cally Taylor (see Writing About Writing link below) managed to bang out a whole book in a third of that time! Wow! Well done Cally! Inspirational stuff for the likes of me, Miss 600-words-is-a-good-day.

But why does it bother me how long those 60 000 words have taken? Can success be summed up a word count? Let's hope not! I've never been good with numbers...