Teacup Candles, TV Interviews & Book Signings

I went to the Winchester Christmas markets last week and found these teacup candles:

Are they not perfection? This pic is of a mulled wine candle but the one I bought was eggnog and it smells amazing and looks soooo pretty when it’s lit. I adore vintage teacups anyway but sticking scented candles in them just makes them even better. I am now officially in love with Creme Nouveau (http://www.cremenouveau.com/)

In other news, my little interview on the Kevin Moore show was on over the weekend. I have vetted it and, since it isn’t too embarrassing and I managed not to say anything grievously inappropriate, I’m putting a YouTube link up here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VaFtc7p5H3w Everyone at the studio was so nice and really made my first TV experience a really positive one so a big thank you to Kevin, Joanna and everyone else who chatted with me, slapped make-up all over my face (because of the lights and stuff - not because of some sudden dreadful skin-problem) and generally made me feel at ease before we began.

And, lastly, one further reminder that I’ll be in Southampton signing at the wonderful Waterstones in West Quay this Thursday (8th December) from 5.30-7.30pm, along with several other fine authors. Apparently there’s going to be some sort of giant gingerbread house in West Quay that day, and I’ve been told that Waterstones will be putting on mince pies again this year, so do come along and say hello to us all and help us eat the pies!

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What’s in a Blog Post?

There was a discussion on Twitter a while back, instigated by James Long of Speculative Horizons fame, about what makes a good author blog. The reason I eventually decided to set up a website and a blog was, primarily, in order to promote my books and myself as a writer. It seemed sensible to have an online presence of some kind. If I have a publication date or a writing event coming up then I try to blog about it in advance (although I haven’t always been as good at this as I should, particularly regarding the events). But events and publication days don’t come around all that often. What do you blog about in the meantime?

My theory is that there are two styles of blogging: there’s the author page style, and the facebook style. The author page style is the kind of blog that deals only with issues of writing, reading and being published. It talks about word counts, and the current state of the work in progress, and upcoming public events, and various publications of the author’s novel in other languages and other formats. There may be serious discussions of serious writerly topics such as gender in SF, or the maps debate, or whatever, but the blog is, fundamentally, an extension of the author’s page on their publisher’s website – it tells you about their books but it doesn’t tell you too much about them.

Then there’s the facebook style of blogging and, for better or worse, it is the one I tend to embrace. This is the kind of blog that’s like a sort of extension of the writer’s personal facebook page. If you enjoyed reading a book then it naturally follows you might have some curiosity about the person who wrote it. This style of blog says more about the author than about their books. It is a less private style of blogging although it does, of course, involve information and announcements about books and writing as well.

I wouldn’t say one style is better than the other but I am curious as to what people generally prefer when it comes to author’s blogs, and what it is that they look for in them. Perhaps the style choice comes down to what you ultimately want to get out of your blog. Do you want to inform? Do you want to make people think? Do you want to make them laugh? Do you just want as many followers as possible no matter what the quality (or lack thereof) of their contribution to the topic being discussed?

I’m a pretty irregular blogger and perhaps I don’t post as often as I ought to. Part of the reason for that is time. Plus, I’m easily distracted. But, mostly, it’s because I don’t want to blog just for the sake of blogging. I therefore only write a post if I have something I genuinely want to say or to talk about. In fact, one of the main factors that finally pushed me into setting up a website in the first place was that, at the time, for some reason that I no longer remember, I felt a really pressing desire to blog about Slowpoke Rodriguez. I remember being on holiday in Athens with my family and looking at these amazing ruins and all I could think about was how much I wanted to have a website with a blog post about Slowpoke Rodriguez on it. It’s odd, I know, but there you are. That’s life. That’s my life, anyway. Ironically, though, to this day, the Slowpoke post remains one of the most popular on my blog.

My personal preference is to approach my website in a pretty informal manner. It is, however, difficult for me to try to guess what exactly the average visitor would like to see from my blog, or from any other author’s blog, for that matter, simply because I can’t look at this in an unbiased way. I can’t help but be incredibly biased because I am a writer myself. So when I think about what I like to see on another author’s blog, I’m still thinking in terms of a writer rather than a reader.

For example, I have recently discovered Dennis Lehane’s crime novels and I have been completely blown away, both by his incredible prose, and the twists and turns of his intricate plots. I looked at his blog hoping to find some discussion of how he writes, or how much plotting he does on a novel before he starts it, or what research he does beforehand etc. But I’m thinking as a writer, and I would assume that the average reader, with no aspirations to write themselves, probably doesn’t have all that much interest in the grim minutiae of the writing process. I could be wrong in this, but I would assume that what might be immensely interesting to me from a professional point of view isn’t going to be so fascinating to the average person who just wants to read the book and then move on. I mean, you can enjoy watching a film, but that doesn’t mean you want to watch a two hour documentary on the making of it.

In addition, there’s also the fact that I don’t normally want to blog about writing because writing is my job. I have been thinking about this stuff all day (and all night, sometimes) and it can get to the point where you just don’t want to think, or talk, about it anymore. I’m usually, therefore, more inclined to blog about some film I just watched, or some weird thing I found, or something my Great Dane did, or something I found funny because my sense of humour is weird that way. It’s not all fluff, though; I have written about politics and animal rights as well – occasionally I’ll have a crack at discussing something serious, at the risk of provoking irate comments on the comments page.

These are the so-called ‘danger’ areas where online spats and arguments are wont to break out and make mountains out of mole hills. Personally, I am pretty thick skinned about these things – like a rhinoceros, really – and I enjoy debate and disagreement and being challenged and made to think about things differently, so a visitor to my blog is unlikely to offend me very easily, but if I write about something more serious than my Great Dane wearing a party hat and eating a birthday cake (for example, if I write about vegetarianism or my political opinions) then I run the risk of offending someone which could then put them off buying my books. Clearly, I do not want this, but, at the same time, I’d like to occasionally use my blog to discuss a topic that is important to me, and that I feel passionately about, without getting too caught up on the possibility that someone, somewhere, might feel offended by my post.

In the main, though, it’s difficult for me to be serious about things (too many years spent studying Law will do that to a person). But I always tend to feel slightly guilty about posts that have nothing to do with writing. My perception – rightly or wrongly – has always been that it’s not what’s expected of an author’s blog. Even though these are the posts I want to write, I sometimes feel like I ought to write about writing instead, even though I don’t particularly want to most of the time.

There’s also the question of who reads writer’s blogs. If you’re just a casual reader who read a book and quite enjoyed it then perhaps you might look at the author’s website once and glance at the most recent blog post but I would think those people probably aren’t going to be regular readers who come back and check the website frequently. People following the blog of a sci-fi or fantasy author are, I think, more likely to be active members of the sci-fi community themselves: reviewers, bloggers, other writers, editors. And they, perhaps, will want something different from the average Joe who bought your novel on a whim in Waterstones because they liked the look of the cover.

Since I don’t know what it is that the average visitor wants from my blog, my philosophy tends to be to please myself and write about whatever the hell I like. If that makes me look like a frivolous sort of personality with an unhealthy preoccupation with shoes, or an unseemly fascination with skeletons, or a totally disproportionate sense of pride in the extreme gorgeousness of my dog, well, then so be it. So be it. This is my blog and the beauty of the thing is that I can write whatever I want on it. I can even delete comments if I want to (not that I have ever have had to do this as of yet – one benefit of not being a super-star is that the quality of the readership and comments on my blog remains extremely high. It’s only when you get crazy popular that the weirdo’s start coming out and harassing you on your own website).

When I first started my blog (with nothing but a blank page and a dream about bringing Slowpoke Rodriguez to the masses) I don’t think I intended for it to be quite so . . . well . . . so bonkers all the time. Or to have quite so many photos of Great Danes and weird things on it. But it has evolved like that over the two and a half years that I have had it, and it’s unlikely to change now. Not unless I undergo a serious personality change at some point in the near future (or rethink my decision to drop out of law school, in which case, clearly, all the fun will have to go). For the foreseeable future, though, I fully intend to stick with my own facebook style of bloggery.

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Story versus Style

What’s more important – that a book is well written or that it has an engaging story? I’ve always been firmly on the side of story. If the story isn’t compelling then it surely doesn’t matter how beautifully it’s been written. That’s what I’ve always thought, at least. However, I am now reading a book that’s making me rethink my position. I managed to get my greedy fingers on not one, but two, of the titles for World Book Night, one of which was Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. It is 348 pages and I am up to page 116, and I am completely and utterly gripped – not by the story, but by the writing. It is one of the most exquisitely written books I have ever come across – and I do consider myself to be pretty well read. There is an effortlessness in every sentence and I feel like this book is showing me just how great the written word can be.

So far this year I have read a lot of just-released books, and have found many of them to be insipid and bland, and now that I am reading Marquez, those other books seem even more insubstantial and unsatisfying – like having a glass of water for dinner as opposed to a three course meal. Time of Cholera is something to really get your teeth into and, right now – just over 100 pages in – I feel like the book is nourishing my reader’s soul. I am not massively engaged with the characters or their story (although I suppose that could still change), but, with this book, it honestly doesn’t matter. I feel almost hungry for Marquez’s words. How refreshing to read a book that is not a fast-driven frenzy of activity from beginning to end. What a welcome change for there to not be some sort of fight scene or car chase on every page. This is a book that allows itself to breathe – and is all the better for it.

Pace is something I am painfully aware of with my own writing. I’m aware of a constant pressure to make sure the action doesn’t slow down, even for a second, in case – God forbid – the reader gets bored, and the reviewers begin baying for your blood etc etc. Surely we have not sunk so low as a society that all we want to see is pretty people running away from explosions? It is a notion that I dislike intensely. Not so much for Lex Trent or other comic fantasies because they’re naturally more fast-paced – but for serious adult books I find it very frustrating that there should be such a single-minded focus on grabbing the reader’s attention by doing the writing equivalent of bashing them over the head with a heavy object. Personally, I generally dislike books that start with action scenes or fights or chases. They bore me. If I don’t know the characters yet then I couldn’t care less what happens to them as they run madly through the house whilst being pursued by a werewolf/man with gun/love-sick sparkly vampire. Still, I am told that this is what most people want in an opening chapter.

In the story versus style debate I would hold up Dan Brown as a brilliant example of the former. I realise it’s dreadfully unfashionable of me to like Dan Brown, and many people (some of whom openly admit to having never even picked up one of his books) seem to almost fall over themselves in their eagerness to proclaim that the man cannot write, or that his writing style is clumsy at best. I do not accept this. I think Dan Brown is a very skilled and intelligent thriller writer, and no aspirations to literary snobbery will make me say otherwise. Dan Brown does not write beautifully but the stories he tells do not require that he should. I enjoyed The Da Vinci Code but I absolutely loved The Lost Symbol. I devoured it because every time I got to the end of a chapter I couldn’t wait to learn what was going to happen next. It gripped me very differently from the way Time of Cholera is gripping me now.

I am in awe of Marquez’s writing – literally, I am in awe of him – but I’m still more likely to take a Dan Brown book on holiday with me, or reread a Dan Brown book, or rush to the cinema to see a film adaptation. I am still more likely to eagerly seek out other work of Brown’s that I have not yet read – not because I think his books are better than Marquez’s but because, for me, story is still more important than style. I read Brown’s books – and others like them – for a different reason. Fundamentally, I read those books to enjoy them as a reader, whereas a book like Love in the Time of Cholera I’m reading mainly as something to aspire to as a writer – a fondly nurtured dream that perhaps if one worked at it solidly for fifty years or more, one might become even half as good.

And now, as a post script to this post, for anyone who hasn’t heard about this yet, my good pal, and blogger extraordinaire, Amanda Rutter, along with several other very fine people, have organised and set up an auction in aid of the Red Cross Japanese Tsunami Appeal. I’d like to encourage you to head on over to http://genreforjapan.wordpress.com/ where you can bid on all manner of exciting things, including rare signed books, critiques from authors and the chance to have your name in an author’s upcoming book. There is some super exciting stuff up for grabs – and, as a genre fan, some of the lots have left my fingers itching to reach for my credit card. As an example, if you’d like to be a baddie who dies horribly, but has some great powers (and who wouldn’t?!), in my friend Suzanne McLeod’s upcoming Spellcrackers novel then go here http://genreforjapan.wordpress.com/2011/03/24/item-27-appearance-in-the-next-suzanne-mcleod-novel/ and place your bid. I’d bid on this myself if I hadn’t just donated to Japan Earthquake Animal Rescue and Support. Sadly, animals tend to get overlooked in natural disasters of this type but they are just as much in need of aid as their human counterparts. If I and my whole family were killed in an earthquake and my spoilt, pampered pets were left to fend for themselves I would hope to God that there would be someone there to help them. If you’d like to donate to their ongoing efforts on behalf of animals in Japan then you can do so here: http://japanearthquakeanimalrelief.chipin.com/japan-earthquake-animal-rescue-and-support/

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Happy 2011!

Happy 2011, everyone! As one of my New Year’s resolutions I thought I should probably try to get back into blogging a bit more regularly. What with one thing and another, it fell by the wayside a bit last year. This year I shall try to do better.

So, the first post of 2011 shall be about writing spaces. This is inspired, in part, by the guest post my friend and writing pal, Jaine Fenn, recently did at Book Chick City (http://www.bookchickcity.com/2010/12/where-stories-are-made-with-science.html). I seriously covet Jaine’s writing space. It’s amazing. She actually climbs a ladder to get to it! That is hard core, any way you look at it.

I’m actually quite fussy when it comes to writing spaces. For one thing, the room has to be a sunny one. That’s why writing here didn’t work for me:

This is a building at the bottom of our garden that we call the stable because the woman who lived at the property before used to keep her horse there but, as you can see, it’s more of a giraffe house than anything (my suggestion that we take the opportunity to get a giraffe, or perhaps a llama, was met only with chilly silence). When I was twelve or so, the stable got all kitted out for me as a birthday present – new second floor, new window, new ladder – the works. I’d said I wanted it as a writing space (if I couldn’t have a pet llama, that is), and I used to take a notebook and a cat or two down there and try to work. Not wanting me to crash through the unstable floor to my tragic premature death, my parents wisely decided that a sturdy new floor was the way to go. But even with the new, bigger window, it was just too dark. And the dead woodlice were a problem too. I swear, no matter how many times I hoovered ‘em up, they just came right back – usually in the exact same places too, bizarrely enough. So I mainly filled the top floor of the stable up with Buffy posters and old rugs and coffee tables that people threw out. God only knows what it looks like up there now – I haven’t been in it for yonks.

So although I liked the idea of writing all alone in a little tucked away outbuilding, the dark-woodlouse-reality turned out to be a little different from what I had in mind. So I returned to my trusty old desk (that used to be my dressing table when I was a kid). When taking all the Christmas decorations down this year I decided (inspired by Jaine’s post) to really tidy up my desk and get rid of some of the clutter. As you can see, I failed fantastically:

Still, it’s less dusty than it was, at least. Some writers would probably find it distracting, but I don’t think I would work very well at a desk that wasn’t cluttered up with stuff. I did get rid of a couple of bits, but the things on my desk have come from all over the world, and I like seeing it all there. The lynx and the mummy came from Egypt, the lump of volcanic glass came from Italy (Mount Vesuvius), the mouse mat came from Budapest (Gerbeauds), the glass pink panther came from Venice, the little stone animals on the keyboard came from Washington (and inspired the Wishing Creatures of Desareth in Lex Trent), the storyteller ornament on the mouse mat came from Arizona, the little Viking came from Norway, the Lego wizard came from the Netherlands, the green mermaid on the wall came from some island in the Med (or possibly the Caribbean) that I can’t even remember the name of now. All right, so perhaps the Jesus and Albert Einstein action figures aren’t strictly necessary, but I like gliding Jesus across the desk (his wheels means he comes with gliding action!) and playing with Einstein’s hair when I get stuck with a book. Can you spot all those things I mentioned?! It’s like a Where’s Wally only without Wally. Where’s Writer’s Stuff, perhaps? You could have hours of fun with that, I’m sure.

I have photos of my grandparents and my favourite cat, who have all now passed away, as well as presents from various people. My little cousin bought me the brown cat, writing pal Suzanne McLeod gave me the little witch sitting on top of the speakers, Jaine Fenn gave me the black rose ring (next to the witch), and my Mum bought me the little brass desk-top Mephistopheles when The Ninth Circle was published. And obviously the book covers from my own books that I have propped up there are important because they make me feel more like a real writer when I sit down to work, rather than someone indulging a hobby – which is how it always feels, perhaps because I enjoy it so much.

So, there it is. My desk might look like a ten-year-old’s toy chest but, hey, it works for me. Perhaps one day, when I am a proper grown up, I might get me a nice big clean desk overlooking the sea or something. But the chances are I will probably just fill it up with more clutter, gifts, book covers, photos, and spoils from my various travels.

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Library Event

Just a quick post to say that I will be doing a library event in Southampton next Wednesday at 3.30pm. The event is an open one so if anyone wants to come along and listen to me talking about Lex Trent and writing then feel free! Copies of the book will be available to buy and, of course, get signed, on the day. More details here: http://www.southampton.gov.uk/s-leisure/libraries/alexbell.aspx

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