Friday, 13 August 2010

FIVE THINGS ON A FRIDAY

*Waves from the trenches*

Hi everyone. I've had a week of insane up and downs and I thought I'd share a few with you this wet and windy Friday (I think we've had our chips as far as summer goes, here in the UK).

1) In the downs, take a look at these images for a glimpse of how my revising is going. If it looks like the pages are bleeding to death? That's pretty accurate.

























2) In the ups, my new laptop arrived! I call it The Scalpel, because it's thin and silver and shiny.

3) In the downs, I got ripped off trying to buy an ARC of Cassandra Clare's new book, Clockwork Angel, from eBay (I should point out that when I buy an ARC because I can't wait to get my hands on the story, I *always* also buy the official copy later, because otherwise you're depriving the author of sales that could make a big difference to their success). Turns out the guy doesn't have any ARCs. He's just charging £19.99 for a 'pre-order' for the book and conveniently forgetting to leave the fact that he doesn't have any copies yet off the listing page!

4) In the ups, my editor says she can get me an advanced copy of Clockwork Angel anyway (d'oh! I totally forgot that Cassandra Clare has the same British publisher as me. What an idiot).

5) Another up - I've seen a provisional version of the Shadows on the Moon cover and it is SWOONWORTHY. They're still tweaking it and I'm still working on a good tagline for it, so I'm not allowed to show yet, but I will say that I'm very proud to be published by Walker Books, who've kicked that whole RaceFail thing right to the curb and have given me a proud and beautiful Japanese styled cover. Whee! Images as soon as I get clearance, my pretties.

Wednesday, 11 August 2010

THE SUCK, THE SUCK, O WHEN WILL IT END?

Yeah. I'm curled up in the fetal position clutching chocolate in one hand and my dog with the other at the moment. Not a good time for trying to put together a coherent post. So instead I share this supremely cool video from soon-to-be-superstar Leah Clifford, which just about expresses my mindset, except that she's not sobbing into her dog's ear (I don't think she has a dog).

Anywhere, here you go.

Monday, 9 August 2010

REVISION: IT IS TEH SUCK

Argh.

Before moving on in earnest with FrostFire Book Two I decided to print out, re-read and revise Book One, so that a) I'd have a much firmer idea of the choices I needed to make for the second book and b) I can let my editor have a more-or-less completed ms and she can see that there is method in my madness. Chances are that in the writing of the second book things will change anyway - they nearly always do - and I'll still have to go back and tweak Book One a bit to match. But of course my editor will be ripping the ms to pieces anyway, in her own inimitable style, so those extra changes really won't matter.

Seems like a sound idea, doesn't it?

So why am I paralysed with fear? Why I have I wasted my entire day on procrastination so obvious that even my dog is giving me knowing looks? Why, every time I pick up the folder with the print out of FrostFire Book One inside, do I shudder and groan and put it down again and run away?

I can't figure myself out. Normally I *like* revising. However, if I force myself to examine this sudden burst of stage fright with some attempt at objectivity, I can pin down several worries that are sniggering and pointing fingers in my brain.

  1. The traumatic time I had revising Shadows on the Moon, where I had to scrap a huge part of the story and re-write from scratch. I can still remember the sickening realisation of how flat-out BAD my whole opening section was. I'm expecting it to happen again. I'm expecting it to be worse this time. Eeek.
  2. I read some awesome, epic YA books this last week. My stories don't have the larger than life, cast of thousands quality of say, The Mortal Instruments Trilogy, even though I love to read books like that. So I always end up sighing over them and feeling inadequate and intimidated and wondering why all my stories seem so small in comparison.
  3. This is my first book written as a full-time writer, sitting in my Writer's Cave day after day and steadily plugging away, rather than writing in fits and starts and bursts of inspiration. I'm afraid my work will have lost something in consequence.
  4. This is the first book of a series. All my books have been standalone before. Even if it is only a two book series, I'm unsure how to handle revising a story that is, in essence, incomplete.
I can probably come up with three or four more, but you get the idea. Writer: thy name is neurosis.

The Folder of Doom is beside me now. It's looking at me. I can't tell whether the look is pleading or mocking but in the end it doesn't really matter. Yes, I may have whittered my day away, but I know that I have a job to do here. I cannot allow myself to be defeated by this. I'm going to open that sucker up and I'm going to get out my post-its and my red pen and I'm going to REVISE.

Um...in just a minute.

Saturday, 7 August 2010

Friday, 6 August 2010

PLACEHOLDER POST

Super late posting today! Sorry guys. This is because today I was waaay too busy reading to think about anything else. For twenty-four hours I've been living in my own little blissful reading world and it was amazing. I'm only posting now because I finished the book. Ah, sweet satisfaction. I feel like a cat that swallowed a really fat canary. Two canaries.

I've already told you all about the books on my TBR pile that I was going to read this week. I read a few and reviewed them on Monday for you. Now, I liked them all in different ways but nothing *really* clicked for me. You know what I mean; that sensation that dawns over you as you read the first page and it's awesome, and then the next page, and the next, and it just keeps getting better and you can't put it down what's going to happen next argh I can't believe that happened what's happening now this book is the BEST. BOOK. EVAH!

Actually, I have to admit that it's been quite a long time since a new book effected me that way. I was starting to worry a little bit that I was getting too cynical and writerly, or that book trends were changing and books I could really fall in love with weren't being written anymore or...something. This was a really melancholy thought for me because I love reading and books more than anything.

Wednesday (while frolicking with delightful writer pals) I picked up many, many new books. Even though I already had a bunch of books on my TBR pile still to read and don't even have any ROOM for a huge pile of other new books. I blame the writing pals entirely. They made me. Seriously, they were shoving books into my hands saying 'You must read this. And this! This one's good too, everyone should read this'. I had two bags of books to take home with me by the time we parted. But I've forgiven them for their book-addiction enablement. Because one of those books blew my mind, children. BLEW IT WIDE OPEN!

I love, love, love this book. I want to marry it. In fact, I'd be quite willing to marry the author right now. Because then I could make nutritious meals for this author and do her chores and make sure that she got to bed at a reasonable hour so she could WRITE MOAR BOOKS FASTER. How can I express the depths of my adoration for the skill, the talent, the craft, of this author in mere words? I can't! I can only do it with wild squeeing.

Hence, I am going to post a video review tomorrow, revealing the name of the book and author and squeeing for all the world to see. Stay tuned, faithful readers.

Tuesday, 3 August 2010

"If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all."

My post title today is a quote from Oscar Wilde (possibly the most quotable writer that ever lived). And I agree with him completely. I'm a dedicated re-reader. Any book that I enjoyed reading will get re-read at least once - books I loved will usually be re-read again and again throughout the rest of my life. No matter how cleverly written a novel is, if I can't imagine myself re-reading it then it has failed for me on a crucial level.

Since I first read it in 2005, I've revisited The Curse of Chalion by Lois McMaster Bujold around once a year, and each time I learn more from LMB's mastery of subtle and complex plotting, and her ability to create bone-deep empathy for her characters. I usually re-read the entire works of Jane Austen once every two years, and, again, each time I learn more from Ms Austen's superb craftmanship and control of language. Despite the fact that I first discovered Howl's Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones when I was about eight, when I re-read it again recently (probably for around the twelfth time) it still made me laugh out loud - and stop to think deeply about the puzzles within.

That's how good those books are. And that's one reason to re-read; to learn.

However, when I recently re-read Garth Nix's Abhorsen Trilogy (a favourite of mine from when they were first published) I found myself pulling the books to pieces in a way I never had before. While I still enjoyed them, I realised with some astonishment that my own skills as a critical reader (and possibly a writer) must have grown since the last reading around three years ago, and that knowledge pleased me deeply.

Another reason to re-read; to measure your own growth.

The received wisdom on this topic is that writers ought to read each book twice - once for pleasure, once to learn. Which is fine advice for writers. But I also think that, as a reader, no matter how good your reading comprehension is, how subtle your insight or how quick your grasp of facts, there's just no way anyone can get everything from a book on the first try. Not unless the book is completely one dimensional. You have to realise, as a reader, that the scene you just read in ten minutes may have taken the writer months to craft. Each painstakingly chosen word, each carefully placed punctuation mark, the rhythm of the sentences, the tone, the hidden meanings, the obvious meanings - those consumed the entire mind and imagination of the writer for hours at a time. Their words are telling you more than you realise. If you only read once, you're short-changing yourself out of all those extra layers of meaning.

The third reason to re-read; so that you experience the actual entirety of a book, rather than just its surface.

So why, these days, am I seeing so many young writers saying - nay, boasting - that they don't bother to re-read? I'll be pootling along, reading a fun blog entry about favourite books, and suddenly I'll come to a screeching halt as the writer proudly announces that a certain book was so good that they 'actually considered reading it more than once'. WHAT?

If you love a book, why in the world would you banish yourself from its world and characters forever once you've read it? If you admire the author, how can you imagine that you've managed to grasp the full depth of their creation in only one read?

How can you possibly learn from books if you only read them once?

And it doesn't matter to me if you're a fast reader or a slow reader. It doesn't matter to me if you've got an amazing memory and you can quote whole pages of dialogue three years after reading the book. Because any book that's worth reading once is worth reading twice. Any book that you enjoyed reading twice will probably repay further readings too. So although I normally hate to make sweeping generalisations or judge people, I'm going to go ahead and take a stand here. It is flat out stupid to only read books once.

I want to force these writers to go and pick up that book they blithely listed as a favourite and force them to read it again and see if they even still like it, five or ten years after the original reading. And if they do, can they possibly deny that somehow, since they last entered that author's world, it has magically and inexplicably changed?

This is the fourth and perhaps most important reason why any book worth reading is worth reading twice. Because our interpretation of every line, scene, event, plot twist and character is coloured by who we are. Books are subjective. They come to life in the writer's imagination, but it is the reader's imagination that resurrects them when they open the pages. You cannot read a book without bringing yourself to it, without the spark of life within you transferring to the characters within the story. And if you're human, you're changing all the time. I'm an utterly different person now than I was two years ago, four years ago, eight years ago. If I met twenty year old me now I'd probably want to strangle her. Which means that when I pick up a book I read two years ago, four years ago, eight years ago, I'm not just re-reading it. I'm reading it for the first time as the me I am now. In a very real way, it's a whole new book.

A book I will never get the chance to read if I arrogantly dismiss it as old news, just because I've opened it before.

My plea to you, young writers: re-read. Please. Do it today. Pick a favourite, a book you remember fondly, and give it another chance. You might love it, you might hate it, you might barely recognise or remember it. But you'll never know if you don't pick it up again.

P.S. This blog is actually Wednesday's, posted early because I'm off to frisk and frolic with some awesometastic writer pals tomorrow. Whee!

Monday, 2 August 2010

BOOK REVIEWS

I read three books from my TBR pile this weekend, and they couldn't have been more different from each other if they tried! For your delectation and delight, I've reviewed all three and put the reviews on my Goodreads page. I wish I could post them here directly, but I tend to ramble when I review (yes, yes, I know - not JUST when I review!) and even a single one of them would be long for a blog post.

So if you want to know what I thought of SHIVER by Maggie Stiefvater, you can find out here.

If you'd like to hear my thoughts on PRINCESS OF THE MIDNIGHT BALL by Jessica Day George you can read them here.

If you're interested in a review of THE FOREST OF HANDS AND TEETH by Carrie Ryan, it's here.

I also watched Clash of the Titans - the new version with Gemma Arterton and Sam Worthington - this weekend. Now, friends of mine from primary school might remember my obsession with the Greek myths. I re-read my battered Penguin anthology until it fell to pieces and made about four illustrated manuscripts of my own, retelling my favourites. I've seen each of the Harryhausen films about twelve times. I've never attempted to re-tell any of them as an adult, because I simply don't feel I have the skills yet to do any one of the Greek myths justice. So you might guess that my reaction to a film that pretty much pees on the beautiful purity of the myths I love so much was not...entirely positive. I shan't sully your eyes with it. But I will say: Pegasus was gorgeous, Gemma Arterton was gorgeous and Hades' dark brimstone wings were gorgeous. I'd like to ride one, borrow the face and hair of another, and wear the third for my next costume party. I'll leave it up to you to decide which is which.

Next, I think I'm going to read BRIGHTLY WOVEN by Alexandra Bracken. Stand by for my review.
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