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My Writing Cave

My writing space has been put to many uses over the years. It has been a storeroom, play room, farm office… Apparently it began life as an egg room, with its own outside door for the customers. It’s a single-skin addition to the side of our farmhouse, long and narrow, cold in the winter and perfect in the summer. Just right for storing eggs!

It’s just right for me, too – with the addition of a plug-in heater in the colder months. And a pair of fingerless gloves if it’s really parky.

After inhabiting the end of the kitchen table for years, I managed to claim this space as my own a few years ago and set about redecorating it myself. With gleaming gloss work and a fresh splash of sunny yellow on the walls I became overly bold and decided to put up Venetian blinds single-handedly. This approach is not one I would recommend. Put it this way, by the time the blinds were up and working I think I’d exhausted my entire (and rather extensive) vocabulary of swear words…

My desk is the crowning glory in this space. It was a Christmas-and-birthday-and-another-Christmas present from my other half and it’s beautiful. An antique with burr walnut veneer and wonderful deep drawers which are easily big enough to hold manuscripts. With that, a windowsill full of houseplants, and my gorgeous Labrador, Murray, snoring at my feet, I have created my perfect office space.

I try to write every day – to be honest it’s no hardship. Having come to writing later in life than some, I’m loving the freedom and creativity it allows. It’s also so much fun. I can have my characters do whatever I choose – the megalomaniac in me is very happy – and I get to drink as much tea as I want, too.

My approach to writing is linear. Once I have an idea of the beginning, the hopeful ending and a vague idea of what’s going to happen along the way, I start at Chapter One and write forwards from there. I also tend to β€˜write myself in’ to a novel, which means I usually end up cutting the first few chapters as I have used them to β€˜place’ my characters. For me, this approach works well, and I enjoy the way it means I learn about my characters in the same way my readers do. It also allows me to keep my finger on the pulse of my book. As a reader, I enjoy fast-paced novels, and I hope that’s what I deliver for my readers. I also love writing feisty characters and challenging them with difficult decisions or circumstances – mostly because I want to find out what they’ll do – and I wrap the whole package up in a gorgeous location.

I have two novels publishing with Embla Books (an imprint of Bonnier Books) this year. The first is out on 16th May and is set on a luxury yacht in the Italian Riviera. You’ll find sunshine, sea and secrets galore in A SUMMER ON THE RIVIERA. Available on Kindle, as an audiobook and in paperback  https://bit.ly/3HcvjDo  

I also write romantic suspense for Champagne Book Group under a pen name – Laura R. Leeson. The Valentine Retreat, set in glamorous Los Angeles, is available in eBook and paperback https://amzn.to/2YaXezJ  and its sequel – Valentine’s Revenge – is due out any time now.

My social media platform of choice is Instagram – you can find me there at www.instagram.com/Laura_R_Leeson or www.instagram.com/RachelBarnettAuthor

I lurk occasionally on Twitter: www.twitter.com/Laura_R_Leeson

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Writing a Synopsis

(aka: how best to torture a writer)

Generally speaking, fiction writers first come to the world of synopsis writing after they’ve written the first draft of a novel. Even more likely, the synopsis will rear its ugly head after you’ve spent much time editing and polishing the aforementioned manuscript. It’s usually at a point at which you know your novel like the back of your hand. Main characters, plot, subplots and side characters are all still taking up active space inside your head – you know the details intimately. So, writing the synopsis feels like it should be a breeze. Until you sit down and begin to type it, that is…

When you first begin to try to crystallise everything which happens and try to decide what’s important and needs to be included, the task can seem overwhelming. Because it’ll feel as though all of it is vital…otherwise it wouldn’t have made it through your editing, would it?

TIP No.1:

Your synopsis cannot include everything which happens in your novel. It just can’t. Furthermore, it doesn’t need to. What an agent/publisher will be looking for is the core elements of your story and your central characters. They want to see what happens to them. They want to know where the characters stand in the beginning, what happens to them in the middle, and that you have a coherent ending. It really is that simple.

Following on from tip number one, let’s talk characters. I tend to write with a fairly tight cast list (so I don’t confuse myself, primarily…) Some novels have a large number of characters. Whichever bracket your novel falls into makes no difference to the number of characters you include/name in your synopsis. Bear in mind that whoever reads your synopsis hasn’t spent months and months in the company of these characters – they are coming to them cold. The last thing you want to do is overwhelm the synopsis reader with a gazillion characters. Think about it like this – if you go to a party where you know no-one, and you get introduced to ten or fifteen people within the first five minutes, how many names do you remember? If you’re me – the answer to that question will be zero…but I am terrible with names. Chances are, unless you’re a memory specialist, you won’t remember more than a few. Maybe five. Reading a synopsis is similar. Try to name only the very main characters. Maybe put their names in all caps the first time you mention them for emphasis. If a character must be mentioned but isn’t central, do you need to name them at all? Make it easy for your synopsis reader to hook onto the important people.

TIP No.2:

Only name the most important characters. Ideally no more than 3 or 4 in total. Half a dozen at an absolute maximum.

Okay – we’ve talked plot and peeps so far. And listen, I’m not giving you a definitive guide here, these are just some tips I’ve internalised from all the courses and writing retreats I’ve attended over the years. There’s no shortcut to knowledge, these are just a few hints.

If you’re anything like me, writing a synopsis will fill you with an overwhelming feeling of insecurity. I am well aware I have a self-destruct monkey who inhabits a corner of my brain and does his best to drag me down at any opportunity, so you may find the experience fills you with the opposite. However, distilling your work into a sheet of A4 does have a way of exposing plot holes and unexpected character fluctuations in a way that thousands of flowery words can cover up. In short, I usually decide the whole concept of the novel to be a pile of elephant doo-doos by the time I’ve hammered out a synopsis. Could do better. What were you thinking – you’re no author… And your main character? She’s so lame…etc etc.

TIP No.3:

Imposter syndrome will strike at many, many points in your life as an author. It may well strike during the writing a synopsis phase. It never really goes away, just hides in the wings ready to shower you with a bucket of cold water when you’re not looking. Know and understand this to be a part of the process. Try to embrace it. After all, if you have no self-doubt, you’re unlikely to feel the need to make any improvements to your work. And when you hit the editing process with an agent and then a publisher, you HAVE to be prepared to alter and improve your work. Self doubt=willingness to improve=greater chances for success.

Anyone thinking β€˜maybe this author used to be a teacher’? I know, right. I left the chalkface a long time ago, but it’s never quite left me!!

Almost at the end of my tip-fest, but we need to talk about the eloquence of your writing. Obviously, you pride yourself on your turn of phrase, the beautiful way you can capture a sunset or a bank heist on the page – β€˜course you do. You’re a writer. But its perfectly acceptable for the synopsis to be more of a factual piece of writing. It’s a way of bullet-pointing your story for easy access. Every word counts – literally. Use one or two words to describe your hero, rather than five. Be focused with the task in hand. There’s no need for suspense, or mystery. You MUST include the ending. Make it sound good, but don’t waste words.

TIP No.4:

Keep it simple. The synopsis is not the moment to go for flowery turns of phrase or loads of descriptors. Word to the wise – if the agent/publisher is interested, quite often they will read the chapters you send first. If they like your writing, they will THEN look at the synopsis to make sure you have a firm grip on your novel and you understand what you’re writing and why. Makes perfect sense, if you think about it.

Okay – final tip time, and this one is mundane. It’s also possibly the most important. Take time to go to each agent and publisher’s websites. Check each one for their specific submission requirements. Do not deviate from what they are asking for. Jump through every hoop given. Think about it like this – if you go to a restaurant and ask for grilled chicken and chips and the waiter brings you grilled hake and rice because they decided it was nicer – would you go there again? I wouldn’t bother. It wouldn’t matter how nice the hake is.

TIP No5:

Follow the agent/publisher’s submission requirements to the letter.

Good luck!

NB For non-fiction writers the process is different – but I’ve never written non-fic, so this information is primarily for fiction writers.

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Responsible Self-Publishing

I got β€˜book mail’ today, and I am excited – a couple of books have arrived which I can’t wait to get stuck into. Both are self-published. Both look awesome. I read a wide variety of genres, styles, and authors. I love everything from Jane Austen to Terry Pratchett, via Elly Griffiths, Mick Herron and Dawn O’Porter. Traditionally published or Indie, I don’t mind.

Actually, that’s not strictly true.

I don’t mind the origins of the book. What I mind about is its quality.

There is no doubt that self-publishing is an awesome step forwards for the book world. It gives the reader a whole treasure-trove of literature which would otherwise never see the light of day. And there are loads of excellent self-published books and amazing Indie authors out there. Plus, I know lots of hybrid authors, who supplement their publishing deals with the freedom that self-pubbing brings.

However, there’s a β€˜but’… (Isn’t there always…)

The other day I read a self-published book by a debut author and marked eighteen punctuation errors in a double page spread, as well as four sentences which, frankly, made no sense. I flicked through two-thirds of the book hoping for improvement. It didn’t come. On the back page, the author thanked his editor. I couldn’t help myself. I laughed.

The thing is this. Self-publishing provides tremendous opportunity, but it should come with an equally tremendous dose of responsibility to get it right. Not only for your fellow authors, but – more importantly – for your readers.

It shouldn’t be a way to foist a sub-standard product onto an unsuspecting audience.

Readers are intelligent and perceptive. They want to be entertained, to submerge themselves in the worlds which books create, to escape reality for a little while. To see different points of view, to experience life through another’s eyes, to go on adventures not possible for them in the real world. But nothing turns a reader off more quickly than typos, bad punctuation, and weird layouts. The human brain is amazingly good at making subconscious corrections. And every book ever published contains a few typos. But once a reader begins to notice errata, they have already been sucked out of the story and will inevitably focus on the wrong aspects of the book.

In other words, you’ve lost them.

And if the errors keep on coming, the next stage is for the reader to become annoyed. After all, they have given up time to read what they hoped would be an entertaining story. They’ve paid money for it. A contract has been entered into – the reader gives their money and time in what they assume will be an exchange for entertainment and attention to detail. If they don’t get that, they feel cheated. Rightly so.

Not every reader will like every book. Obviously. We’ve all got β€˜did not finish’ books lurking in a pile somewhere. But there’s a difference between disliking a particular storyline of a well-written book and feeling like you’ve just been mugged.

I am going through the process of editing my debut novel, due for publication this autumn, and am on round two of the publisher’s editing process. After ploughing my way through most of the aforementioned book, whose edits I think – if I’m being uncharitable – feel like they might have been completed whilst author and editor were enjoying a heavy night out in a pub, or perhaps even during a visit to a strip club for the amount of concentrated effort which went into it, I began to count up the number of edits my manuscript has been through. It’s already on edit/rewrite number seven (and that’s a conservative estimate).

The first draft went to a treasured beta reader for her initial thoughts. I revised accordingly. Then it went for critique to a fantastic scheme run by the RNA. I rewrote accordingly. It was read by my local writers’ group and was edited as a result. It went for a mentoring edit – and was rewritten again. It was picked up by a publishing house (more about that in future blogs) and I completed a pre-edit for them. I am now working on its second round of content editing with my assigned editor, and I continue to be amazed by the fine-tuning involved. The basic story and characters might be exactly the same as the ideas which turned my brain into a racetrack when I initially wrote it, but there is so much more to creating a novel than writing down the story.

At every stage of what might look like a daunting process, I have learnt something new. I have taken my abilities further. It has been more than worth the effort.

In the not-too-distant future, my book baby will leave my control. It will enter the final stages of its journey to publication, with line edits and copy edits, formatting and quality reviews taking place – another host of different eyes checking for slips and errors, another group of people aiming to produce the best quality product possible.

I understand that not everyone has access to this level of editing. But there are plenty of books out there on the subject of writing, and on the art of editing. (I should know, I’ve read quite a few of them). There are plenty of writer’s groups and free websites set up by authors wanting to help fellow writers. Help and support is out there. And any serious writer is going to need it, because creating a novel isn’t an easy task. It shouldn’t be easy. There is a phrase which regularly pops up when I am taking courses or listening to established authors – β€˜Easy reading takes hard writing’. In other words, something which is silky smooth on the page has taken a shedload of work to appear effortless. Think majestic swan on the river with its energetic paddling below the surface. It takes grit and determination to write well, along with time and thought and patience and self-doubt and rejection and rebirth and trial and error and skill.

I made a conscious decision a few years ago to pursue this challenge to its limits, and in doing so try to learn as much as possible about the process of writing. Like many things in life, the more you begin to understand a skill, the more you realise there is yet to learn. The higher the mountain you’ve decided to climb becomes. Few will ever reach the summit. That’s not what this blog is about. It’s not about getting to the top of the mountain. It’s about not sticking your flag in the ground and calling it done when you’ve barely scaled the foothills. Aim a bit higher than that. Go for it and self-publish, but don’t be content with being an β€˜uploader’. Because at the end of the day readers can spot that a mile off, and they won’t ever bother to come back for more.

Remember the badly edited, error-filled book at the start of my blog? That kind of book is the reason readers decide that self-published books aren’t for them. In one fell swoop, that writer will have frightened away an audience. And not just for his books, but for all the Indie authors who fall into the same genre category. That’s why getting it right matters.

So here, for what they are worth, are my top tips for things to do before you think about pressing the β€˜publish’ button…

  1. Read loads of books in the genre you write. Try to define why they β€˜work’ – or indeed don’t. Apply the same logical approach to your writing. (If you find you don’t have the distance from your own stuff to be able to see that clearly – and if you’re like me, you probably won’t – see tip #2).
  2. Join a local writing group, or an online one. There will be writers at all stages of their journey. The guy running my local (free to join) group is multi-published and is happy to offer advice. I belong to lots of online writing groups, all were free to join. One offers a critique-swap between members (you send your stuff; someone sends you theirs – you swap thoughts on what you read). Costs nothing but your time and gives useful pointers from an independent reader’s viewpoint. Find some like-minded writing buddies and talk about your writing/critique one another’s stuff. If you can, pay to do some professional courses, run by established writers. They are worth their weight in gold. Above all, don’t go it alone.
  3. Don’t be in a rush. Write your manuscript. Put it away for a minimum of a few weeks (a few months is even better). Return to it with a fresh perspective and read it as if you’d bought it. Preferably when you’re in a bad mood. Still uber-impressed with it?
  4. Edit HARD. Don’t be kind to yourself, because readers won’t be. Stephen King talks about β€˜killing your darlings’. He doesn’t just mean characters who fulfil no real purpose, he’s talking about pet phrases which you love but don’t enhance the story, parts of the novel which do nothing but fill up pages, the use of too many adverbs, filler words. Too much β€˜telling’. The list is endless. (And if you’re not sure what’s on the list – you’re not ready to push the button).
  5. Be aware that what you think is your very best work today, will probably look like it was written by a seven-year-old when you review it at some future time. This is normal. It is part of the process. (Refer to tip #3). I have four complete manuscripts which were written before the one I refer to in this blog. I cringe when I look at them. I still love the stories. I don’t love the way I wrote them. I am eternally glad I didn’t self-publish them, because I now know I can do a much better job for those characters, when I finally get around to rewriting them.
  6. Know that every speck of effort you put in now will pay dividends later. Your future author-self will thank you, that much I promise you.

As with many things, Stephen King probably sums it up the best, so I will leave you with a quote from his writing memoirs.

β€œIf a writer knows what he or she is doing, I’ll go along for the ride. If he or she doesn’t… well, I’m in my fifties now, and there are a lot of books out there. I don’t have time to waste with the poorly written ones.”
― Stephen King, On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft

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The Case of the Mysterious Disappearing Blog

During lockdown my focus has been hard to maintain. My mind flits off in all directions, making creating anything meaningful a challenge. The writing of blogs completely disappeared from my mental ‘to do’ list. I mean, everyone’s got enough on their plates, right now, without me wittering on as well…

But the other day I got all keen, wrote a blog about whether or not we’re getting a handle on the virus situation (not really), or whether we are like those people at the beginning of pretty much every apocalyptical film I’ve ever watched. You know the ones, carrying on as if nothing is wrong whilst the massive tsunami builds, or the volcano ramps itself up, or the zombies gather in a disused quarry hemmed in by little more than a conveniently placed burnt out car.

I published the blog, went to check how it looked, and ‘pouf’ – it was nowhere to be seen. I expect I did something wrong, pressed the wrong button or whatever. It’s probably hovering in the ether somewhere, wondering why nobody loves it. But I love a good conspiracy theory, so you can imagine where my thoughts went next.

To cheer myself up, I watched ‘World War Z’. I mean, there’s nothing more uplifting than realising things could be so much worse. Plus, it stars Brad Pitt (with too much hair, in my opinion. And his jaw isn’t quite Rob Lowe chiselled, but I made do…)

And then I went to the wholesalers, and stocked up. Just in case. We now have enough rice for about five years. The dog has Bonio treats galore, and I couldn’t find a bigger pot of hot chocolate powder in the place.

I did leave the powdered milk on the shelf. I didn’t want to be totally fatalistic. I mean, they’ll sort this thing out, right?

Maybe I should have got the milk…

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My First Blog Post

In the Beginning…

Be yourself; Everyone else is already taken.

β€” Oscar Wilde.

The blank computer screen with its blinking cursor is intimidating enough when I’m starting to write a new novel. Chapter 1, Page 1. Gulp. But that’s nothing compared to staring at this blank page…

Fiction is a walk in the park compared to trying to decide which aspect of real life I want to write about. When I’m writing fiction, I can have my characters do just what I want them to do. Waggles eyebrows in a dictator-like fashion. It’s the best fun. Except when my characters tell me, in no uncertain terms, that they don’t want to conform to my plan and proceed to tell me what they intend to do instead.

Hmm. Perhaps this blog thing won’t be so different, after all.

I’ve spent the majority of my life listening. I’m the quiet one. I’m the one set on receive, rather than send. I’m happy like that. ‘Introverted’ appears to be the official title, but I like to think I’m more complicated than a label. And my forty-something (clears throat to hide exact number) years on the planet has proved to me that most things about life and people are more complicated than we are led to believe.

So, I suppose that is what my blogs will be about. How nothing is straightforward. How, just when you think you have a handle on something, the sands shift and the goalposts move and it’s a mystery again. And how that’s fine. That’s how it’s supposed to be.

Trust me – I know that’s right, because I heard someone say it.

What A Difference A Few Months Can Make

My blogs are like buses – none for ages and then two come along almost simultaneously! But there is good reason for this one, and for why it is entitled β€˜What A Difference A Few Months Can Make’.

Catchy title it might not be – but every title for a novel I’ve ever come up with has been changed by the publishers anyway, so it’s clearly not my strength!

Talking of which, publishing books is the primary reason for this blog, although it’s not the starting point. Because in February my mum died. She had been unwell for a few months and spent the precious last five weeks of her life as an inpatient in a – frankly – failing NHS system (certainly where geriatrics are concerned). Visiting that hospital to spend time with her on an almost daily basis was not something I would have missed, even if the place has left an indelibly negative blackness in my heart. Overdramatic? Maybe, but I can’t begin to explain how that place made me feel – and I think that’s an entirely different blog.

The point is that while all of that was going on, I also discovered my former publisher didn’t want my next book. A change of editor had precipitated a β€˜change in direction’ and I was out. It frequently happens in the publishing world, and I did my best to brazen it out. I failed. It hit me very hard at exactly the time I felt completely incapable of dealing with it.

Suffice to say, life looked really sh*t at the start of 2025. I can say without reservation that I’ve never felt so low in all my life, not when I was dealing with desperate post-natal β€˜I don’t want my child’ feelings or going even further back when a former employer effectively blocked my teaching career with an β€˜interesting’ reference over which I could have taken him to court. And don’t get me wrong, people deal with horrendous circumstances all the time, I’m not suggesting I’m β€˜special’ or that any of this was β€˜worse for me’ than for other people.

But the combination of events was enough for me to find myself reaching out for counselling – and I’m saying right here and now I made absolutely the right call, and if you ever feel like you might need some help then you already do and you should seek it out immediately. Don’t wait. Life slowly began to make sense again. I began to feel as though I might survive. Thank you, E.

Then my literary agent sent me the news which tipped me properly back into the positive – a six-book deal was on the table, and with a publishing house which is the talk of the digital town. I cannot begin to explain how that made me feel, how it took me from the doldrums of depression and self-doubt and negativity and gave me a beacon of light to head for.

And this blog is primarily being written because today the announcement has been made – I am officially a Boldwood Books author, and I am grinning from ear to ear.

It changes the grief I feel for my wonderful mum not one bit. The news is so very bittersweet. She would have been immensely proud, and I so, so wish I could tell her. I also know she would want me to grasp this opportunity with both hands and give it my absolute best.

And now I’m crying…

Recently I made a social media post about being like a tiny plant growing in a crack in the wall, flowering even though the odds seem stacked against it. I suppose what I’m trying to say is that even when things look bleaker than ever before, and it feels like everything is falling apart, remember you are still rooted in the crack in the wall, and all you need is a drop of water and a dash of sunlight to flower again.

And I suppose what I’m also trying to say is that the raindrop will come. The sun will shine brightly again, even though it sometimes feels as though it will never break through the clouds. We just need to stay rooted in the wall and hang in there.

July 2025

Words

I haven’t blogged in a while – I think every time I do I preface it with those words. Leave β€˜em wanting more, and all that…

However, this blog is all about the very same. Words.

Right now, I’m writing the first draft of a future novel. In it are a couple of teenagers. Yikes. The minefield of teenage language is almost without space for footfalls between the explosives. My eighteen-year-old and I were in the car the other day, listening to the radio. On it, a forty-something-year-old male presenter who thinks he is very funny and cool, but really is old enough to know better, was using words such as β€˜flex’ and β€˜aura’. To be fair, the discussion was about teenage language, but a sideways glance at my daughter’s expression had me grinning.

β€˜Please turn it off,’ she said. β€˜Embarrassing.’

Teenagers are also known for their brevity of language, esp when txtng, yk? Yh! But she did go on to say it reminded her of the headmaster’s β€˜down with the kids’ speech at the recent end of year speech day, where he employed as many flexy, aura-filled phrases as he could pack in. All in jest and with a dollop of good natured fun, but still… Cringe.

So, I asked her how we – the older generation – are supposed to handle it, especially in the realm of writing a book in which I want to reflect a little of their modern-day parlance. (Parlance…see what I did there?!)

β€˜Yeah. Good luck with that,’ was her less-than-helpful reply.

And being a writer, it then gave me pause to think about language in general. We all had our own words back in the day – nothing new there. And recently I’ve been watching β€˜Ripper Street’, a drama series about the police in Whitechapel in the years after the horrors of Jack the Ripper. A rip-roaring adventure of the early years of forensics and old-fashioned policing – which consisted of everyone thumping everyone else on a regular basis. But what fascinated me was the richness of the language the writers used. It was wonderful – almost poetic. Mostly lost these days to quick, functional communication, but what about this:

CI Fred Abberline β€˜Your face is known in these parts, Edmund. You raise hell, word will travel.’

DI Edmund Reid β€˜There is hell to be raised, Fred, and I am to raise it.’

Or this:

Susan Hart β€˜The regrets I have accrued in this life could fill all the oceans twice over. But that, him, the Captain… not one single moment.’

Or the number of times a character says to another β€˜let’s parley’ and then proceeds to punch them in the face.

Or how about these one-liners:

Preacher β€˜I make my home where men’s fear lies. I fight it for them.’

DI Edmund Reid β€˜Money never begat courtesy, Bennet.’

Madoc Faulkner β€˜I have little clemency for men behind desks in high places with low honour.’

Dr Karl Crabbe β€˜Do you know, inspector, of all the emotions, which is the most insidious and entrapping? Shame. It carves its home in the marrow of your bones and rests there for all eternity.’

DI Edmund Reid β€˜Evil men do as they please, men who would be good, they must do as they are allowed.’

Take that, teenagers – have a go at shortening those glorious phrases while allowing them to continue to shine so brightly… Would that we could find a way to β€˜glow up’ some of the eloquence of β€˜old-fashioned’ language to use right now…like IRL.

None of that solves my current problem, however. Which flexy words to use for my fictional teenager’s convos? Ah well, I’ll just have to try not to be too sus. No cap.

July 2025

AT WHAT STAGE IS IT OK TO CALL YOURSELF AN AUTHOR?

The simple answer to this question is, I suppose, whenever you want to. Heaven knows the intention of this blog is not to debate that sticky old mire of nonpubbingvsselfpubbingvsindiepubbingvstradpubbing and the frankly vicious bitterness which seems to exist in some quarters towards others.

You do you, obviously.

Perhaps the bigger question is what do we understand as the difference between being a β€˜writer’ and an β€˜author’?

And I think the answer is – again – probably different for everyone, because being a writer/being an author seems to be a particularly fuzzy thing to define.

Definitions seem easier in almost every other frame of reference. Someone who paints for fun is an artist, as is someone exhibiting at Messums. There doesn’t seem to be a special name change dependent on achievement for those creatives.

And on a sporting front, titles are allocated chiefly according to achievement. I play hockey might become I play for my club, or the county, or my country, or I’m an Olympian. There’s no fudging the issue here.

Seems to me, for us writers there’s a particular problem. Creatives don’t like to be pigeon-holed, don’t like to be judged, or ranked, or compared (thanks for nothing, Amazon…). Whereas sportspeople live for achieving the next step up the ladder. For them there’s nothing but ranking and performance markers. So, who came up with the term β€˜author’, differentiated it from β€˜writer’ in some kind of a judgy way and made it into a divisive tool with which writers beat themselves – and one another – up?

There’s also the issue of ego vs self-worth.

With two small press publications, another two traditionally published books to my name and contract negotiations underway for another, I think I’m finally at a point when I should be able to think of myself as an author. In fact, I changed my Facebook profile to β€˜author’ only the other day. I’m very aware my sense of self-worth is extremely fragile, and I know I need to nail something before I call it mine. I don’t have much in the way of an ego, and was aware that, for me, one traditionally published book did not an author make. I had to prove to myself, more than to anyone else, that I could really do this thing before I was willing to stick my head above a parapet. I’m sure other people don’t feel the need to be so cautious.

Or maybe there’s no difference between β€˜writer’ and β€˜author’. Perhaps they should simply be interchangeable, then there wouldn’t be any need for debate or consternation. Or perhaps the problem with having two words supposedly to describe the same thing is that they absolutely don’t describe the same thing, and the issue for authors is that being precise with language is what we’re all about and so it grates – and therefore we seek clarity.

How do you feel about it?

Either way, I’m calling myself an author from here on in (some might say a best-selling authorβ€¦πŸ˜‰)

Although the 500 words I should have added to my current WIP have been splurged on this blog instead, so now I’m behind schedule. Gah. Must do better…

Next question: When can you call yourself a Best-Selling Author..? πŸ˜‚

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Writing, Award Ceremonies and Comfort Zones

Sometimes I can be a bit slow on the uptake… No, I hear you cry, not you – you’re the epitome of quick-wittedness. Nothing gets past your razor-sharp brain…

Well, sorry to disillusion you, my lovely reader, but sometimes I totally allow things to slip the net.

I’ve never been one to stand in the spotlight. I’m definitely happiest in a crowd (or failing that, alone on a beach somewhere. With a dog. Maybe an ice cream? Or as I am now, just me and my laptop in perfect synchronicity and my fave toons on in the background) and so being the partial centre of attention last month left me a bit bedazzled.

Because I was up for an award – I know…right? Craziness… But my debut novel – The Valentine Retreat – was one of the contenders for the Romantic Novelists’ Association Joan Hessayon Award at the recent RNA Conference.

My novel didn’t win – let’s just get that out there right now. No TV drama attempt to drag out what should be a simple reveal into something needing another whole season of episodes to get to… No. I didn’t win. Someone else did – and she’s lovely. Suzie Hull, with her debut novel called In This Foreign Land (if you like historical novels set in the First WW – check it out).

But in my need to control my urge to run away and hide my introverted self, I kind of turned the entire weekend into a dream-like blur. And only now, with some space and distance (and having recovered from the trauma of seeing how horrible I looked in Every. Single. Photo), only now am I beginning to appreciate what a great time I had.

It only occurred to me the other day that I should blog about the Conference, about the fact that I was supposed to go to my first IRL one in 2020, but of course the ‘virus which shall not be named’ put paid to that idea. That the progress in my writing career between 2020 and now has totally changed the landscape over which I walked when I attended this year. Back in 2020, I was a wannabe author, loads of first drafts to my name and not much else. Scroll forward to July 2022, and I have a debut novel out in paperback, its sequel with the publisher’s (Champagne Book Group) editor, and another two-book deal with a different (and soon to be revealed) publisher signed and sealed…

Okay, that was a bit trumpet-blowey… But as it’s not something I do very much, please allow me that little fanfare…

I suppose the point of this blog (other than the trumpet-blowey bit) is two-fold. Firstly, it’s about comfort zones. There’s no way I could have told my 2020 self that pushing myself out of my comfort zone sufficiently enough to book the conference (and then feeling a guilty level of relief when it was cancelled) was only the beginning. And that the ‘being out of your comfort zone’ thing never really goes away. All it does is change. Which is fine. Sometimes it’s worth remembering we can do very little to control situations, only our reactions to them.

So, while I stood on the stage and smiled and managed (I hope) to look composed, inside I was willing myself not to fall over, inadvertently vomit, or have a sudden Tourette-moment and scream something inappropriate at the, frankly, enormous crowd. Comfort zone most definitely vacated until I slid back into a group of people and again became happily anonymous.

And the other point of this blog?

Is that I had an absolute ball at the RNA Conference. People had told me what a friendly and welcoming place it would be. I didn’t totally believe them, but by the time this year’s event rolled around I had made enough connections with fellow conference goers to know I wasn’t going it alone, that I would have people to latch onto and hang around with – whether they wanted me to or not πŸ˜‰ – but it truly was a fantastic experience. Loads to learn, loads of goodies and free books, the venue – Harper Adams University – was excellent, and the friendly thing was on an unparalleled level. Such a wonderful group of (mostly) women. Added to which, there were also scores of football players staying at the same time as us, playing in some tournament or other (proper football players, not the sculpted hair and sensitive shin bones of the overpaid professionals) – so added blokes to sneak a sideways glance at. Win-win…

If you live in the UK, and write novels with a romantic element, I urge you to check out the http://www.romanticnovelistsassociation.org

If you’re already published and fit the criteria, you can become a regular full member. If you’re yet to be published – grab the chance to join the New Writers’ Scheme when the opportunity next rolls around. I did. I learned so very much from the RNA, from the critiques gained as a member of the NWS, from their online learning courses…

With their help, a handful of years after joining you too could be standing on a stage trying not to vomit onto the onlookers… What’s not to like about that thought? xx

Hello! It’s Been A While

It’s been a while – but I fully believe there’s no point in blogging for the sake of it. That it’s worth waiting until there’s something to say. And today I have – got something to say, that is.

Because last night it happened…

For the first time since I signed a publishing contract in 2021 middle-of-a-pandemic-land, I introduced myself to strangers at a party as being an author – and they were instantly excited and impressed. They were keen to find out what I was working on at the moment, when it would be published, how the writing process works…

In short, I experienced the thrill of being viewed first and foremost as a writer.

I’ve had a great deal of support from my friends and family, plenty of excitement about my publishing deals from them all, and I love them all the more for that – but they all knew me before. And, due to lockdowns etc etc there haven’t been huge opportunities to meet new people over the last couple of years. However, there’s something totally exciting about being face-to-face with a stranger and describing yourself as being an author.

I’m going to call it for how it felt – it was a dream come true. There. I said it.

It’s easy to be down on ourselves, to feel defeated or worthless, or to begin to believe it’s never going to happen – in whatever aspect of life you are striving to make achievements. And sometimes we need to take a moment, to walk away and reassess the costs involved (and I’m not talking monetary ones). However, I firmly believe that if you want something enough and you’re prepared to work at being the best you can be at it, then you can and will achieve.

A short one today – I need to get back to work on my current WIP…

Because, did I say? I’m an author. πŸ™‚

9/11/21

I’m not American, and I have never been to New York (although it is scrawled on a bucket list of places to visit, somewhere in between New Zealand and the Canadian Rockies).

I didn’t know anyone working in or visiting the World Trade Centre or any of the people on the planes, and have never met any of the emergency service personnel involved. I have no first hand links of any of those terrible events.

The last thing I want to do today is upset anyone who has close links – which is why I am putting my thoughts here, rather than being another post on the overwhelming rolling feed of Instagram or Twitter. And yet… I can’t let today pass without some sort of a comment. A recognition. A note to say ‘I remember’ – no, more than that. A note to say ‘no one will ever forget.’

But I still feel the cold stab of horror, the incomprehension of what I was seeing as clearly today as I did twenty years ago. It’s as if I can taste the dust and ash. Tears well up simply at the thought of those events.

And I don’t ever need to see the pictures again, because they are branded into my brain. For ever.

I have no recollection of where I was or what I was doing when the planes went into the Twin Towers – my day-to-day existence paled beside what was happening. My entire consciousness became filled with pure disbelief, then horror, then immense, overwhelming sadness. My emotions were slowly replaced by the countless tales of ultimate sacrifice and bravery, the stories of messages left on the phones of loved ones by people who knew they were going to die, the guilt felt by survivors…

Nothing can change what happened on 9/11/01. But if you are lucky enough to have loved ones – today has to be a day to give them an extra big hug. Today is the day to reach out and connect with the people who matter. To do something you enjoy. To stand for a moment in the sunshine. To appreciate life.