Monday, 27 January 2025

Folly Farm - sort of by Claire Fayers

This would normally be my Folly Farm post. Friday got off to a great start with a quiz from Jo Franklin, lots of relaxed chat and so many boxes of chocolates we could barely see one another over them. Saturday started in traditional fashion with early morning stretches led by Camilla Chester, followed by the world's biggest cooked breakfast, and the ever-popular Tracy Darnton writing bootcamp. 

 Then my husband phoned with the news that our beloved big cat had suddenly collapsed and died. I have to thank the Folly Farmers who hugged me, cried with me and immediately got me sorted out with train and taxi home. 

So I missed the firepit and marshmallows, the readings, the workshops on thriller writing, TV scripts, the creative meditation. I'm a bit behind on my writing targets this week, as you can imagine. 

 But seriously, if you're a member of the Scattered Authors and haven't been to Folly Farm, it is a wonderful weekend, full of good food and convivial company. And if you're not a member, the Scattered Authors is open to all traditionally published children's authors in the UK and it's a great source of advice, support and friendship. You can find all the details here: https://scatteredauthors.org/

I'll leave you with a picture of Tallis in his favourite spot in the garden.







Sunday, 26 January 2025

'I am Rebel', by Ross Montgomery - review by Sue Purkiss

I've decided to use my monthly post to review books for children between about 5 and 12. Ish. So post picture books, and pre-teens. If anyone has recommendations/a book they'd like to put forward, please get in touch!

The first one I've chosen is I am Rebel, by Ross Montgomery. This is the Waterstones Children's Book of the Year, and comes bearing words of praise from such successful writers as Natasha Farrant, Abi Elphinstone and Katya Balen. (I do wonder a bit whether such plaudits are helpful or the reverse: they set the bar high. And anyway, how on earth do you settle on a book of the year? It's a big ask. But still...)

I am Rebel is set in an imaginary country, in a time which is something like our Middle Ages. The narrator is a dog. He belongs to a boy called Tom, who lives on a subsistence farm with his parents. Times are hard, in particular because the king keeps raising taxes. Tom is outraged by the unfairness of this, and when he meets a member of the rebel movement, he lies about his age and runs away to join it - leaving Rebel behind.

Rebel adores Tom, and is very happy with life as it is. As long as he is close to Tom, he is happy. So when Tom disappears, he is bereft, and decides that he must follow Tom and bring him home. The rest of the book is about his quest for Tom: inevitably he has adventures along the way, encountering all kinds of dangers, making new friends and learning about the world beyond the farm.

It's an exciting story, and it has the main prerequisite for success with young readers - it carries you along with it, it makes you keep turning the pages. Rebel is an engaging narrator, and a lot of humour is drawn from the gap between how he, as a faithful hound, sees the world, and how the various characters he encounters see him. By the end of the book, he's still the same Rebel, but he's learned a great deal.

It's an enjoyable adventure. Of course there are underlying messages - about freedom and tyranny, about the reality of war, about living in the wild versus living as a pet. But these emerge naturally from the story: there's no sense that they're imposed. Best of all - it's a good read!

Saturday, 25 January 2025

Ingredients - by Nick Garlick

If Heart Beat, the 1980 film about Jack Kerouac and Neal and Carolyn Cassady is to be believed, then all Kerouac needed to write ‘was a pencil’. I take his point, but in the light of the recent cold snap, I’ve been thinking there’s one other necessary ingredient.


Warmth.

Our budget here in house doesn’t extend to keeping the heating on all day. Not after the recent huge price rises. We’re not freezing; we do turn the radiators on at certain times. But there are other times when the flat is cold and I’ve noticed that as the warmth in my writing room fades – radiator on for an hour when I get up - so my mind becomes more and more sluggish. 

And I write less and less.

I don’t know whether this is anyone else’s experience. (I once worked with a man who liked a cold office; it kept him awake and alert, he said.) I just wanted to put the thought out there. 

Not just pencils.

This too:


Monday, 20 January 2025

A Dream of Winter - Joan Lennon

Early this year, in the dark of the night, I listened to Michael Sheen reading this 'lost' poem by Dylan Thomas (which I can't figure out how to post here - but have a quick copy and paste - I promise it's a) legit and b) luscious.) 

 

 https://www.facebook.com/reel/1114634280285045 

 (The poem is called "A Dream of Winter" )


And I emailed myself something I wanted to remember in the morning:

Choose to be fearless - a message to my constricted heart and the words grown cautious and pooling in my veins.

Onwards!


Joan Lennon website

Joan Lennon Instagram

Wednesday, 15 January 2025

With thanks to the curative community of ABBA - Rowena House

 

The mind bug that seems to be blocking new words in the work-in-progress infected this month’s ABBA blog too, and yesterday I spiked a thousand words of rehashed waffle about scene building which were meant to be this post.

In the dark this morning, I felt I’d let the ABBA community down. My 15th slot would be a sad gap in the New Year’s list. Lynne Benton had made the better decision, I felt, bowing out gracefully as she did yesterday. (Bye, Lynne. Very best of luck with the future.)

But then I read back further and found in Sheena Wilkinson’s post from Monday the wisdom of being in touch with your own working rhythms and the time of the year, and the lesson of knowing we are in dark days; productivity is allowed to slow down too.  Thank you, Sheena. Make me hardworking ... but not yet.

Then reading Paul May’s Ideas post from Jan 6 felt like a writer friend telling me all about his mind bug and how he overcame it. I hear you, Paul, about those brilliant night-time ideas that “evaporate in the cold light of day” and absolutely love that a peregrine falcon falling out the sky solved a plot problem about seagulls, which was really a story about so, so much more than a feare of seagulls.

After that, what I felt like doing was reading all the ABBA posts I’ve failed to read over the past year when I’d been juggling a complex business project with family commitments and the WIP felt like a refuge. A place to hide in. 

Instead, though, or rather beforehand, I decided I should thank all the writers who share their journeys, including (especially) everyone here on ABBA.

It is a community. A support group. A source of knowledge tempered by experience AKA wisdom. I don’t engage with you as much as I should but whenever I read your posts, I learn so much and am grateful as well as enlightened.

Like Lynne, I’ve switched from writing for young people with the current work-in-progress and wonder if I have the right to still be here. There is another WWI children’s book I would very much like to write – and should have done, even though my then publisher rejected it. So, perhaps, I’ll be a writer for young people again one day and Joel Castell will have his time in the light. Just writing his name makes me miss him!

In the meantime, my resolution for 2025 is to try and earn my place here by searching out ideas that might be useful to all writers, and avoid the more esoteric stuff I’m researching and experimenting with for the creative writing PhD.

Whoever we’re writing for, backside on seat is the same iron rule. But so is knowing when to back off. To slow down, to look around for inspiration, to have patience and trust in one’s creative instincts.

I think today is a reading day, not a writing day. And it’s dawn. Which is lovely.

Happy, Hopeful New Year, everyone. May stories be antidotes to the terrible realities out there.

 


 

 

I'm still on Twitter but not really for writing anymore.

Live blogging about the WIP on Rowena House Author FB page. 

Planning on joining Substack and Blue Sky.

Tuesday, 14 January 2025

Answers to Christmas Anagram Quiz by Lynne Benton

Happy New Year, everyone!   I hope you all had a really good time over Christmas/winter holiday, and that you've come back fully refreshed.

And for anyone who had a go at my Christmas Anagram quiz, here are the answers.  I hope you enjoyed doing them, and I'm sure most of you will have worked them out by now.  (And yes, to my reader who spotted my mistake: no. 7 was incorrect, having too many a's and only one c.  Sorry, everyone!)


1 Christmas Tree                                        16 Candles

2 Star                                                           17 Angels

3 Reindeer                                                  18 Sprouts

4 Jingle Bells                                              19 Stable

5 Mistletoe                                                  20 Santa Claus

6 Turkey                                                       21 Manger

7 Crackers                                                   22 Snow

8 Carols                                                       23 Shepherds

9 Mince Pies                                               24 Frankincense

10 Stockings                                               25 Mulled Wine

11 Presents                                                  26 Wrapping paper

12 Decorations                                           27 Gold

13 Tinsel                                                     28 Chocolates

14 Oranges                                                 29 Sleigh

15 Myrrh                                                     30 Poinsettia 



And, since this is my last blog for Abba, I also have to say goodbye. Now that I no longer write for children, but have begun writing for adults, I don't feel I can continue to justify my presence on this site, so with some reluctance I've decided to bow out.  However, I will keep reading other people's blogs and sometimes post comments.  There is so much of value here!

Meanwhile I'd like to thank everyone who has read my blogs over the last few years, especially those who have posted comments, and to those who organise it all so efficiently.

And I wish you all, wherever you are, a Happy 2025.  

Website: lynnebenton.com

Monday, 13 January 2025

Make Me Good .... But Not Yet by Sheena Wilkinson

 Is anyone out there struggling with broken resolutions? Or are you all having great fun with Dry January, Veganuary, or any other form of abstemiousness? 

Sometimes January is like this...

Or are you, like me, eyeing up the last of the Quality Street and thinking, Well, if I just eat them then they’ll be gone and they can’t tempt me any more…? 

... but also like this

I am actually a great one for resolutions, and promises, and new beginnings. Although I thrive on routine, I also love change and self-improvement – or rather, I like the idea of self-improvement. I will do more yoga! I will eat less chocolate and more salad. 

it's hard to leave the stove

But I am also a realist. You have to do as things do with you, my granny used to say. This time last month I was preparing to go on a retreat, and at that retreat I wrote over 4,000 words a day – because it was easy to be productive; I had nothing else to worry about. Things did with me very well. When I got home, things did with me very differently: though I finished the book, as planned, by the end of the year, it was a struggle to carve out the time, in the middle of the holiday rush. 

a very clear picture of how things do differently with me on retreat and at home

So at the moment, things are doing with me nicely enough for the time of the year, but I’m not averaging thousands of words a day, or taking up a new hobby or reading improving works or learning a new language.  And that’s fine. 

It’s cold, and though the days are on the turn, you don’t always notice that when the countryside has been gripped by freezing fog for days, so everything looks grey. There is good stuff on TV. I have just discovered a Susan Scarlett novel I didn’t realise I hadn’t read, which has immediately bypassed the worthier stuff on my TBR pile and funnily enough seems to go particularly well with a blanket and a few Quality Street. And this morning, though I was meant to go to the gym at 9, I just couldn’t be bothered to spend ten minutes defrosting the car so the dogs and I went back to bed instead. 


beautiful but grey 

When the Romans measured the year in ten months, it started in March, with the days of deepest winter not assigned any particular month. Perhaps that accounts for the fact that January, while possessing only 31 days, always feels as though it lasts for about 67 and people often feel like hibernating. It’s a natural response. It makes sense to see March, the start of spring, as a better time for new beginnings. And even though there are 24 hours in each day, the days feel longer as we respond to more daylight and more sense of possibility. 

Daisy doesn't mind the wintry weather 

Of course I don’t intend to hibernate till March. For one thing, if I don’t get outdoors for a couple of hours every day I get very grumpy. For another, I have a book to submit this week, and then I’m excited about redrafting the one I worked on at the retreat. I have workshops booked into the diary, manuscripts to critique and student essays to mark. I’m actually quite a productive person. But I do intend to be gentle and realistic, at least until the Quality Street are all eaten. 


Stroller doesn't mind a bit of a snuggle by the stove

 

 

 

Thursday, 9 January 2025

'Prove you are not a robot' - Anne Rooney

 


My whole working life now is a giant CAPTCHA.

Publishing contracts generally now have a clause requiring that you don't use AI in preparing a book. I usually try to get the publisher to add an equivalent clause, that they won't use AI in preparing it either — not in editing, proofreading, indexing, illustrating or translating it. This last bit is to protect the jobs of other real people and to protect the quality of the book I've written but it does nothing much to deter them from using AI to write the book entirely and never let me near a contract. That is the real (personal) threat. I know illustrators and translators are ahead of me on death row, but as I write mostly non-fiction I'm not far down the list. It's easy to get AI to write non-fiction as long as you don't mind it being rubbish — or at best dull.

AI is good at dull. What it's not good at is innovation, humour, and finding/making unexpected links. It's not good at seeing a new angle. It's not good at knowing what is interesting, particularly to a child. It's not good at using language a child will enjoy, rather than just understand. It can write a book, but the book will not be fun to read. 

Occasionally, when I have completely finished a book, I will ask AI to write an outline for the book, just from a brief description of it, such as '50 interesting questions about astronomy for nine-year-olds'. So far, it has never come up with anything remotely interesting. It is a triumph of banality. I even got it to write a list of chapters to include in a book on AI  which I finished at the end of 2024. Although there was some obvious overlap (you do have to explain what AI is), it didn't even know what was interesting about AI. 

So now my working life consists of writing as unlike AI as possible so publishers still want me to write something. Maybe it's not just life as CAPTCHA. Maybe it's life as the wicked queen in Snow White. So far I'm still the fairest, but for how long? The more of my own books AI reads, the better it will become at copying me. This is why we don't want AI trained on our books. 

At the moment, keeping one step ahead makes me write better books. They have to be more imaginative, they have to be more up-to-date (ChatGPT's training ended a couple of years ago so I'm the only one with access to scientific discoveries that happened last year).  I think I can keep ahead for a while at least. But only as long as the public and publishers continue to value originality and quality and wouldn't rather just have something cheap and mediocre. 

Mirror, mirror, on the wall...

Anne Rooney

Out now: Weird and Wonderful Animal Facts
illustrated by Ro Ledesma, Arcturus 2024




 


Tuesday, 7 January 2025

Members' News

 Happy New Year!

This is a new monthly slot where Scattered Authors can celebrate their publications and advertise anything they've got going on.

Congratulations to Eva Wong Nava on the UK release of  Dancing Dumplings For My One And Only from Walker Books on January 2nd 2025.





A little girl is shown how to make dumplings by her grandma and they absolutely love the ritual of cooking together: We roll. We fill. We pinch and pleat. We cook! When Grandma gets sick, the little girl takes her turn to make dumplings and help soothe her grandma back to wellness – channelling as much love and comfort as she can into her cooking. Luckily, delicious homemade dumplings hold a lot of goodness inside.

Mentoring opportunity

Naomi Jones is offering three hours of free picture book mentoring to an under-represented writer. The deadline for applications is the end of January. Please help spread the word about this very generous opportunity. For details and how to apply, click on the link.



Writing day

Jenny Alexander is running a collage-making day on zoom, on January 25th. Limited places remain. Details are here. 


Scattered Authors events


The 'Spotlight on' zooms organised by Camilla Chester have a change of day and will continue on the second Tuesday of the month, 7:30pm-8:30pm. Please contact Camilla if you'd like to offer your expertise.

The Folly Farm winter retreat is happening later this month. It's fully booked, with a mix of regulars and new faces, which is very exciting.

Anyone wanting to organise an event, a retreat, use the zoom account etc, you are all most welcome to do so. Post in the Facebook group or ask Tracy Darnton to send a message to the email list.



Monday, 6 January 2025

Ideas by Paul May

People often ask writers where they get their ideas from, so I thought I'd try to answer that question by talking about one specific book of mine, Billy and the Seagulls. When I've been asked, I've often told people that it's not having ideas that's the problem for a writer, it's turning them into something. That's true of course, but not really an answer. The more important truth is, it's complicated, much too complicated to explain in a few words. 

I have ideas all the time, especially early in the morning and often in the middle of the night, but they usually evaporate in the cold light of day. Billy is (almost) the only book I've written which takes some of its inspiration from children I've taught and, most unusually, with this book I can trace back where almost all of the ideas came from.

Cover illustration by Kate Sheppard

Let's start with Billy. Billy is (in my mind at least) the small, round, smiling five-year-old who I taught for a year and who was almost invariably cheerful. Call him George. George actually did look a lot like the Billy in Kate Sheppard's lovely illustrations (it's her cover, too). It's a bit of a mystery how I came to graft onto him the fears and worries of various other people—both adults and children—that I've known. But I did.

So, although I always knew that I wanted to write a story with George as the main character, by the time I finally started to write he had morphed into someone who was really nothing like the original. He'd acquired my daughter's fear of earthquakes and wobbly bridges, and the fear belonging to a small, quiet four-year-old I knew who was terrified of flushing toilets. He'd also acquired some other random fears that came right out of my imagination, including the fear of toast made soggy by baked beans. And, of course, he was terrified of seagulls.



Herring gulls can be very scary. When I wrote this book I was teaching in a large Primary School in Lowestoft. As I drove into town there would often be a herring gull sitting on top of every lamppost, and when the children went in from playtime the gulls were always waiting to swoop down and clean up the crumbs from their snacks. The kids at our school weren't scared of the gulls. I guess they were used to them. But I thought someone who moved to that school from somewhere else just might be. 


As I remember it, I started off by writing the first paragraph of the book without any idea where it might be going, although it seems to me now that I must have very quickly decided that Billy and his brother had a mum and dad who had split up, and that both mum and dad had new partners, and that mum's new partner, Dave, was going to find a new job by the seaside. So, in this case, the idea was generated by the necessities of the plot. Boy must be scared of seagulls, therefore boy must move from elsewhere, therefore there must be a reason for the move . . .

That opening paragraph was set right from the beginning though, just as you see it above, but the next couple of sentences indicate that I must have written them a little later once I'd realised all about the family situation:

I reckon it was the earthquake that started it. It was just after our dad moved out, and Billy was only three.

I was quite pleased with the way I slipped that info in, but there was more back story needed here, so in the next chapter I had to do this:

I'd better explain about Dave. Mum said he was our new dad, but we already had a dad, even if he didn't live with us any more, even if Mum and Dave had got married. Everyone liked Dave except me. Nan liked him. Billy liked him. Mum liked him, obviously. I didn't hate him. I just didn't want a new dad, that was all.

Sometimes it's only by writing that you start to see new possibilities. I started writing a book about a little boy who was scared of everything being confronted by really scary seagulls, and then discovered I was writing about a couple of boys trying to come to terms with all the upheavals involved in their dad leaving, their mum's new relationship and moving to a new house in a new town.

Other ideas grew out of this. It didn't take me long to realise that although Eddie, the book's narrator, loved his little brother, he was already worried about how embarrassing Billy might be when they started their new school. I know a thing or two about starting new schools because I started new schools five times when I was young, so my own feelings fed into Eddie's at that point. And I knew that the boys would need school uniform and they'd have to meet the head teacher and make new friends. That was fun because I was able to put my real school secretary into the book as a fictional school secretary. I suppose you could call that an idea. She was alarmed when I told her, but I reassured her that all she did was take Eddie along to his classroom. I should say here that Kate Sheppard's illustration looks nothing like the real Mrs Gooch.


I also needed a class teacher (a good one) for Eddie, so I gave him my friend, Mike Ingham. You can read about the real Mike Ingham here. But Mr Ingham, and the project about recycling arrived about nine months after I started working on the book, and that was because I got stuck. It wasn't until I was cycling on the Isle of Skye that summer that it occurred to me that a peregrine falcon and a landfill site were the answers to my problems with the book, and that idea literally came to me in an instant. 

Mike Ingham was an inventive teacher

Where did the idea come from? I could never have thought of it if the school where I was working hadn't organised a visit to a landfill site as part of a recycling project, and if the foreman who showed us round hadn't explained that the council had someone who flew a peregrine over the site to keep the seagulls off, and if I hadn't happened to read about the problems caused by seagulls nesting on buildings. But in the months that I'd been stuck and unable to complete the story, all these things had happened, and they all fell into place that afternoon, more or less as I was taking this photo, on the road between Glen Brittle and Sligachan. But if I hadn't been trying to write the story those random bits of information would never have coalesced into an idea.


When I started writing, all I really knew about the structure of the book was that Billy would end up not being scared of seagulls. What I hadn't realised was that Eddie was just as scared as Billy and that the book would eventually be at least as much about Eddie overcoming his own fears. Those fears found a direct expression in Eddie's reaction to the awesomely fast plunge from the sky of the peregrine falcon, at which point Eddie discovers something about himself. I don't think I knew that was going to happen until I actually wrote about the peregrine.


Excellent peregrine!

The very first idea I had, to write about a little boy who was scared of seagulls, that never changed. But it's what happened during the process of writing that turned it into a book. I'm not sure if there's anything left in Billy of the original George who I taught. Maybe there's a kind of heroic magnificence about the hugeness of Billy's fears, and his ability to carry on despite them, and eventually to overcome them, or most of them, that owes something to George, but I definitely owe to George the original impetus to start writing. I put myself in here too, by the way. It's me who put the teapot in the fridge when I was distracted.


Having the ideas for this story took a few minutes, spread over twelve months. The 6,000 words or so that make up the 22 short chapters of Billy and the Seagulls took about a year to write, working two days a weeks for four or five hours a day as I tried to make the ideas into something that worked, and waited for the work itself to produce new ideas. And that's why I never really answer that question about ideas, because the question seems to imply that you have the idea and write it down and, hey presto, there's a book. 

What I can say is that, if you don't commit to doing the work, you are most unlikely to have the ideas you need to finish the book. And, amazingly after more than 20 years, should you want to read Billy and the Seagulls you can still buy it as a Kindle book.