Yes, I skipped a week again - this time it was because of half-term. How people maintain daily blogs is beyond me - and often they're the ones who list the minutiae of their lives in excruciating detail. I promise, my people, never to tell you what kind of toothpaste I use or keep you informed of daily wordcounts or problems with that scene in Chapter 3 where Freddy is having an identity crisis ...
I do, however, have a backlog (as opposed to weblog) of matters of interest and idle notions - how I'm ever going to catch up I don't know. Thing is, access to computer so often fails to coincide with thoughts springing up in brain. Amazing how fluent and inspired I am in the shower or the bus queue or while an Eng Lit student of mine is trying to come up with a reason for the image of an oak tree in stanza 2 line 6.
Today I just want to ask for your help. As you are probably all too aware (especially if you are a writer yourself), most writers earn sod all from their work - and if, as is predicted, the era of the e-book really does dawn and publishing suffers what happened to the music industry, it may well be that with digital rip-off going on, we earn even less. All the more reason, therefore, to protect what we've got, which includes PLR - the fee paid to writers every time a book they wrote goes out on loan from a library. Our Olympics-focussed government proposes not only to freeze the payment (a few pence per loan) but actually reduce it: and it will take 3 years to bring it back up to current levels. For writers, as for Tesco customers, every little helps. So, will you please sign a petition to the government protesting about this? Please go to http://petitions.pm.gov.uk/plr-funding/ and add your name.
By the way, if anyone computer-savvy is reading this, can you let me know how to type a URL like that one and have it come up as a link, underlined? This blog used to do that and now doesn't and I don't know why. Thanks.
Thursday, 28 February 2008
Thursday, 14 February 2008
It's a sickness
I hope you've been over to Tess Gerritsen's blog and taken a look. How many blogs do you regularly read? I'm finding I have to ration myself to catching up with the main ones I read just once or twice a week - otherwise hours and hours can go by. It's one of the many forms of Writer's Self-Deception Syndrome, an insidious, and all-pervasive sickness to which creative artists are particularly vulnerable, also known as Displacementophilia, closely related to Procrastinitis. Social networking, blogs, websites and so on add to the many ways of distracting ourselves that we writers resort to: the particular danger of these ailments is that not only are they addictive, sap energy and stimulate unhealthy levels of bile, envy and contempt, but that we sufferers actually convince ourselves we're 'working' and that being sucked into these things is a form of 'research', 'knowing the market', 'being creative'.
Ha.
Then again, electronic communication is also an immense boon, an immense comfort. There are people out there who know things, useful things. There are people out there who feel as you do - and it's a consolation to know that successful writers such as Tess share the doubts, frustrations, fears and hopes all writers experience. Here's a quote from her blog post of December 23rd: 'I'm beginning to think that being a writer is a mental illness that deserves its own DSM classification, perhaps a sub-category under Obsessive-Compulsive Disorders: "Symptoms include anxiety dreams, inability to relax, intermittent feelings of inadequacy alternating with delusions of grandeur, hypersensitivity to criticism, and an abnormal preoccupation with people who don't even exist."'
Oh yes. Oh yes.
Ha.
Then again, electronic communication is also an immense boon, an immense comfort. There are people out there who know things, useful things. There are people out there who feel as you do - and it's a consolation to know that successful writers such as Tess share the doubts, frustrations, fears and hopes all writers experience. Here's a quote from her blog post of December 23rd: 'I'm beginning to think that being a writer is a mental illness that deserves its own DSM classification, perhaps a sub-category under Obsessive-Compulsive Disorders: "Symptoms include anxiety dreams, inability to relax, intermittent feelings of inadequacy alternating with delusions of grandeur, hypersensitivity to criticism, and an abnormal preoccupation with people who don't even exist."'
Oh yes. Oh yes.
Thursday, 7 February 2008
French fries, Tess Gerritsen and literary trauma
Yes, I know, I did it again - or rather didn't do it: didn't blog last week. This time, apart from ongoing GCSE coursework issues, I was preparing for the arrival of my elder son's French exchange student, who has left this morning. He was a nice kid but totally inscrutable, so the past few days have been hard work, not least because the fridge and larder full of food we thought would please a French palate ... didn't. Cheese? Salad? Vegetables? A shrug, a 'Non', a moue of distaste. He did drink a lot of fruit juice, but apart from this was only enthusiastic about Coke, chips, and roast potatoes. Looks like Europe has indeed caught up with us in the unhealthy eating stakes.
So, on to literary matters. A couple of weeks ago I went along to see Tess Gerritsen at Borders in Oxford. She delivered, not a reading, but a very detailed account of her researches for her latest thriller, 'The Bone Garden.' This involved explicit and gruesome descriptions of the horrors of nineteenth century medicine pre-anaesthetics and pre-hygiene: she let us know just how ghastly puerperal fever was, and read us a surgeon's account of how best to amputate a limb. The audience shuddered a fair amount and once again it struck me (as most of those present were women), that women are often better than men when it comes to coping with explicitness of this nature. In our household I'm the one who watches medical dramas while my menfolks leave the room! I like a good thriller and I can stomach a fair amount of gore: Gerritsen used to be a doctor and pulls no punches with the details of what goes on in the poor vulnerable body both pre- and post-mortem. The trick is that the nasties should serve the story, not just be gratuitous shlock-horror. I think women writers who deal with horror in thrillers and detective stories, never lose sight of the characters as characters: there is an interest in and a sympathy with the victim, an empathetic approach to those who grieve, those who detect, and, indeed, those who commit the crime, all of which involve the reader emotionally. I remember reading, years ago, P.D. James' 'Devices and Desires': near the beginning there is a very striking analysis not only of how the victim experiences their last moments but also of the broken nature of the perpetrator. (Sadly, the last P.D. James book I read, 'The Lighthouse' was dreadful: not a single character I could either believe in or sympathise with: laboured artifice and clumsy dialogue throughout.)
At Tess Gerritsen's question and answer session after her talk, I asked her about the demands of writing novels as frequently as publishers now demand. I don't know about you, but there are writers I am fond of, who, when they hit success bigtime, seem to be on a terrible treadmill: a novel a year, sometimes more, with the result that the quality of their work suffers: rehashed themes, sketchy research, poorly edited writing involving stock phrases, repetition and padding - a sense that the story has not been allowed to ferment at its own rate. The result is the same as a tomato forced in a greenhouse: it may look good, but the flavour ain't there.
Tess acknowledged the pressure she feels and said she spends a month of each year on the road. So, we all dream of fame, success, the freedom to write full-time, but it may turn out to be a poisoned chalice. Freedom turns to commitment, inspiration turns to forced labour. Still, wouldn't mind giving it a go ...!
I thoroughly recommend Tess's blog on her website: http://tessgerritsen.com/blog , esspecially the posts of February 6th; January 30th, where she responds to a fellow writer for whom all the joy of writing has disappeared; December 20, where she talks about how as a writer you never can switch off from thinking about it, even when you're not doing it, and December 15th, where she talks about the pressure of maintaining success. Do read her - and let me know what you think.
If anybody's considering reading her books, she has a police series where her lead characters are detective Jane Rizzoli and pathologist Maura Isles, and she has standalones such as 'Harvest' and 'Gravity'. I started with the Jane Rizzoli story 'The Surgeon', which features a killer who does harrowing things to women, while they're totally helpless and still alive - and you need to be a woman to truly feel the squirm of what he does .. Read her if you like a good page-turner, but only if you've got the stomach for it.
See? I'm a total ghoul.
So, on to literary matters. A couple of weeks ago I went along to see Tess Gerritsen at Borders in Oxford. She delivered, not a reading, but a very detailed account of her researches for her latest thriller, 'The Bone Garden.' This involved explicit and gruesome descriptions of the horrors of nineteenth century medicine pre-anaesthetics and pre-hygiene: she let us know just how ghastly puerperal fever was, and read us a surgeon's account of how best to amputate a limb. The audience shuddered a fair amount and once again it struck me (as most of those present were women), that women are often better than men when it comes to coping with explicitness of this nature. In our household I'm the one who watches medical dramas while my menfolks leave the room! I like a good thriller and I can stomach a fair amount of gore: Gerritsen used to be a doctor and pulls no punches with the details of what goes on in the poor vulnerable body both pre- and post-mortem. The trick is that the nasties should serve the story, not just be gratuitous shlock-horror. I think women writers who deal with horror in thrillers and detective stories, never lose sight of the characters as characters: there is an interest in and a sympathy with the victim, an empathetic approach to those who grieve, those who detect, and, indeed, those who commit the crime, all of which involve the reader emotionally. I remember reading, years ago, P.D. James' 'Devices and Desires': near the beginning there is a very striking analysis not only of how the victim experiences their last moments but also of the broken nature of the perpetrator. (Sadly, the last P.D. James book I read, 'The Lighthouse' was dreadful: not a single character I could either believe in or sympathise with: laboured artifice and clumsy dialogue throughout.)
At Tess Gerritsen's question and answer session after her talk, I asked her about the demands of writing novels as frequently as publishers now demand. I don't know about you, but there are writers I am fond of, who, when they hit success bigtime, seem to be on a terrible treadmill: a novel a year, sometimes more, with the result that the quality of their work suffers: rehashed themes, sketchy research, poorly edited writing involving stock phrases, repetition and padding - a sense that the story has not been allowed to ferment at its own rate. The result is the same as a tomato forced in a greenhouse: it may look good, but the flavour ain't there.
Tess acknowledged the pressure she feels and said she spends a month of each year on the road. So, we all dream of fame, success, the freedom to write full-time, but it may turn out to be a poisoned chalice. Freedom turns to commitment, inspiration turns to forced labour. Still, wouldn't mind giving it a go ...!
I thoroughly recommend Tess's blog on her website: http://tessgerritsen.com/blog , esspecially the posts of February 6th; January 30th, where she responds to a fellow writer for whom all the joy of writing has disappeared; December 20, where she talks about how as a writer you never can switch off from thinking about it, even when you're not doing it, and December 15th, where she talks about the pressure of maintaining success. Do read her - and let me know what you think.
If anybody's considering reading her books, she has a police series where her lead characters are detective Jane Rizzoli and pathologist Maura Isles, and she has standalones such as 'Harvest' and 'Gravity'. I started with the Jane Rizzoli story 'The Surgeon', which features a killer who does harrowing things to women, while they're totally helpless and still alive - and you need to be a woman to truly feel the squirm of what he does .. Read her if you like a good page-turner, but only if you've got the stomach for it.
See? I'm a total ghoul.
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