Showing posts with label Jo Cotterill. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jo Cotterill. Show all posts

Wednesday, 5 April 2017

Author visits are for all students, aren't they?

Many thanks to Savita Kalhan for inviting me to guest blog on her monthly ABBA slot. Savita is an author who writes gritty fiction without any compromises - and that's a promise!!



It's so lovely having a new book out; the cover, the type face, the layout. Everything is such a delight and of course then all you want to do is take your brand new book into schools and share it with the students.

But what happens if your book is actually only aimed at a small group of students? Students who for one reason or another find reading so difficult that your book is limited to 5000 words and those words need to be carefully selected so that they retain the interest level of a teenager but the reading level of a seven year old? How many students in an average group of 200 Y8/9 students in those serried rows in front of you would be interested in such a book?

These were the questions I asked myself when my book Yasmin's Journey (Ransom Books, 2016) was published.


Ransom had asked me to write a book about a Syrian girl running away from the war, aimed at teenage girls with a reading age of around 7. What a challenge, was my immediate thought. My next thought was, Right, I'm not leaving anything out even though I only have 5000 words. I was a special needs teacher for 25 years, heading up departments. I know how these students read, the things they stumble over and their hunger for age-appropriate material. I was going to make sure I covered all bases.

I was already following the plight of the Syrian refugees very closely on television so I started to research individual accounts to ensure my story was authentic. I read about one 4 year old who became separated from his family and cried until he vomited. I was moved to tears because I kept my little grandson. Fortunately a charity reunited him with his family further down the road.

But all those images of people on the road, crossing the sea, ending up in camps and being cheated along the way, as well as meeting people who would give the shirt off their back to help- I wanted to make sure that the essence of all these stories appeared in my book. From the reaction I think I achieved it.

Yasmin’s Journey begins in a normal family apartment somewhere in Syria with the main character Yasmin on her What’s App group, The Fun Girls. She mentions that because of the war they can’t gather in each other’s homes in the evening. It’s so unsafe outside. Yasmin has a six year old brother, Ali.

The family settle down for dinner.
This is the second half of Chapter 1 :-

After dinner I make tea. Ali puts a spoon of sugar in his cup and then takes one more.
          “That’s too much,” says Dad.
          “Just tonight,” says Mum and she and Dad look at each other.
          Something’s wrong, I think.
          Then Dad says, “Yasmin, Ali, listen to me. The war’s very bad and life’s getting more and more dangerous. The flats at the park were bombed last night.”
          “That’s so near to us!” I gasp.
          Dad nods. “We can’t stay here any longer. You are leaving tomorrow with your Mum.”
          “Leaving our flat?” says Ali.
          “Leaving Syria,” says Dad, “for a new life where it’s safe.”
          “What about you?” I say.
          “I’m going ahead tonight to someone who will help us,” says Dad.
           No way! I think. “I don’t want to go,” I say. “What about school and all my friends?”
          “That’s not important now,” says Dad.
          “When will we come home?” asks Ali with a sob.
          “Never,” says Dad and Mum starts to weep too.

Yasmin’s Journey is part of an 8 book pack, Promises, published by Ransom Books last year for teenage girls with low reading ages. Sassies, Sue Purkiss, Jo Cotterill and Rosemary Hayes also have books in the same pack and I was delighted to be published with them. I assumed that my book would not attract much interest with large groups of students and at first didn’t consider reading it in schools.

But this year when I mentioned to librarians, teachers and festival directors that I have this book, they often say they have already bought it and they encourage me to include it in my programme. So I have started to talk about Yasmin’s Journey, my story about a Syrian girl who has to take care of her little brother when they flee the war in Syria. It sits rather well alongside my presentation about Hidden, my Y.A. novel about two teens who rescue an asylum seeker from the sea and hide him to save him from being deported.

I present Yasmin as a short read and then I read Chapter 1 which is just 500 words. The first time I did a reading for a Y8/9 group in an independent school, I could see the students completely absorbed. When I finished one boy called out, “Very powerful!”

After my presentation the librarian came up and said that a row of girls in the front would find the book just the right reading level and interest and she had decided to buy a set for the school.

This kind of reaction has continued throughout all my visits this year around World Book Day and beyond. But the most gratifying aspect has been those students authors rarely meet in the signing queue  – the ones who don’t buy full length YA novels because they don’t have the stamina or reading ability to cope with these texts.


In Yasmin’s Journey these students have a book they can buy with confidence and  they join their place in the queue equally alongside their fellow students, talking to me and having their book signed.




I am so pleased I took up the challenge to present Yasmin's Journey as a book alongside all the others I have written. The book was reviewed in the JC, “Halahmy enables readers to connect emotionally with the characters despite the restrictions of text... a gentle upbeat ending." It was great to see this review alongside mainstream books and I couldn’t be more proud.

Note to self –must have some Yasmin’s Journey postcards made up as a bookmark for future visits.

Miriam Halahmy
www.miriamhalahmy.com




Thursday, 5 January 2017

More Books Please by Savita Kalhan

Happy New Year!

Last year I did my usual reading challenge. It used to be to read 55 books, but for 2016 I decided to up it to 60 books. As usual, the mix of books I've read range from middle grade to teen to young adult to adult, and they include a vast range of genres.


I read the middle grade and teen books for the library reading group that I run in Finchley Church End library, which now also includes some pre-teens as well as 13 to 15 year olds. Here are a few of our favourite reads for 2016. These books made the kids laugh, cry, hold their breath, or cheer. They have held them captive and made them seek out the authors so they can read more by them.











Some of the older teens in the group are now interested in reading young adult books, but I remember when they first started, just under two years ago, when all they wanted to read were older middle grade and young teen books. Some of them only managed to read a book a month then. Now they're are all taking up to four books a month to read for the reading group. It has been so satisfying to see the kids' reading habits develop and their love of reading increasing month by month.

The only thing that's holding us back is the budget for teen books. I'm sure the problem is the same for all libraries. I would love for my group to have more choice available to them. 

So if there are any publishers out there who would like their teen books read and reviewed by a teen reading group and would like to donate some books in exchange, or would just like to donate teen books, then please feel free to get in touch with us!



Savita's WEBSITE


Friday, 29 April 2016

Guilt and Inspiration - John Dougherty

Guilt, it's inbuilt, and I'm in it right up to the hilt
If I'm working day and night, then I pay the bills all right
But I don't have time to write the things I want to write
Which is never what I'm working on right now
-from The Writer's Anthem by Jo Cotterill


I spend a lot of time feeling guilty. 

There are all kinds of reasons for this, not least that when I was a kid my family was dysfunctional and my school wasn't much better; and it's always easier to tell a four-year old that he's wrong or stupid or naughty than to admit your own mistakes and try to correct them. And one of the things I feel guilty about is that, whatever I'm doing, I should be doing something else. If I'm answering emails or doing other admin, I should be spending time with the kids. If I'm spending time with the kids, I should be doing housework. If I'm doing housework, I should be writing. If I'm writing, I should be answering emails...

You get the picture. And as my lovely friend Jo's wonderful Writer's Anthem - one of the songs, incidentally, that we perform together, along with Helen and Paul Stickland, in our author band First Draft - makes clear, guilt is very bad for the writer. Not least, it's very unhelpful when you're seeking inspiration. The more I feel I ought to be starting on a new idea, the less likely I am to find one  - however much I wrack my brains.

And then something happens that makes you want to write, or inspires you in a quite unexpected way. Something like that happened this week. I've been wrestling with a few ideas for a new story, unable to settle on one, and feeling like a bit of a fraud - after all, what is a writer who isn't writing?

And then, a couple of evenings ago, I was helping my son with his GCSE revision and we read together a poem called 3AM Feed, by Steven Blyth. It's a lovely piece about a father feeding his baby in the night. We read it a couple of times, and discussed it, and, well, I found myself getting quite emotional. This almost-man, this 15-year old pointing out the cyclical structure of the poem and analysing the poet's use of imagery, had been my baby once. I'd warmed his milk, held him in the crook of my arm, listened to him sucking, just as the poem describes. And those times are gone forever; I'll never have them back.

I think I was still feeling emotional the next morning when, before settling down to work, I started browsing the web. Of course, I felt guilty about it - I should have been writing - but, still, I browsed. And that morning, link after link pointed me towards articles about the Hillsborough case.

One particular article, by David Conn in The Guardian, grabbed me and wouldn't let me go.  It takes apart the lies that were told, tells how the innocent were blamed by the guilty for the deaths and how the powerful protected one another. And suddenly, for the first time in several days - if not weeks - I found myself with something to say. I wanted to write. It wasn't what I "should" have been working on, but I didn't care. 

By the time I sat down at my desk, a poem had begun to form in my head, and with very little teasing out it took shape on the page. And then I wanted to share it with other people; so I created a new page on my website for grown-up writing, videoed me reading it, and posted it there.

It wasn't what I "should" have been writing, but it was what I needed to write. And sometimes, that's more important.
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 The latest in John's Stinkbomb & Ketchup-Face series, illustrated by David Tazzyman and published by OUP, is Stinkbomb & Ketchup-Face and the Great Big Story Nickers, published May 5th.


His other new books in 2016 will include the sixth Stinkbomb & Ketchup-Face title, his first poetry collection - Dinosaurs & Dinner-Ladies, illustrated by Tom Morgan-Jones and published by Otter-Barry Books  - and several readers for schools.

First Draft will next be performing at the Wychwood Festival in early June.

Tuesday, 5 January 2016

Fifty Five Books in 2015 by Savita Kalhan

In 2015 I did my usual thing of trying to read at least fifty five books, and I managed to reach my target. I love reading, but sometimes work and life can get in the way, so having a target and keeping a record helps keep me on track.

It's also interesting to look back at what I've spent the year reading. Some of it is work related, of course, and some constitutes research. But it's definitely quite an eclectic list that ranges from middle grade books, to teen books, young adult, and general fiction. 

Last year I also set up a teen reading group at my local library, and what I discovered was that the kids in my group not only share my love of reading, but that, like me, they love a huge range of location, theme and genres in the books they read.

Interestingly, what they don't like is being misled by the blurb on the back of a book - especially if it's written in a very different style to the book. They like an honest blurb that more accurately describes the book. Some of them like chapter headings, some of them glance at the last page - just to make sure that the ending isn't going to be one they're not going to like, which can make them put the book down before the end.

My group are mainly younger teens, so although we did shadow the Carnegie for a while, we moved on within a few months. We discussed all the books on the long list and short list, and the group read several of them, but there were a few books that they could not finish because, in the kids' words, 'they were for much older kids.' I'm glad they tried them and knew when to put them down. Some of them will come back to them in a few years, I'm sure.

So here are a few of mine and my teen library group's favourite reads last year:

Lies We Tell Ourselves by Robin Talley
Silent Saturday by Helen Grant
Looking at the Stars by Jo Cotterill
I Heard the Owl Call my Name by Margaret Craven
Buffalo Soldier by Tanya Landman
Cow Girl by G R Gemin
Whale Boy by Nicola Davies
Liccle Bit by Alex Wheatle





And some more:
Half Lives by Sara Grant
Lockwood and Co: The Screaming Staircase by Jonathan Stroud
The Fastest Boy in the World by Elizabeth Laird
Apple and Rain by Sarah Crossan
Fuzzy Mud by Louis Sachar
She is Not Invisible by Marcus Sedgwick
The Curious Tale of the Lady Caraboo by Catherine Johnson
13 Hours by Narinder Dhami

I wish I could fit in more than fifty five books. Maybe I'll raise the bar to sixty books this year...

Happy reading in 2016!


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Sunday, 29 November 2015

A view from the other side - John Dougherty

The lovely Jo Cotterill
Whoops! It's the 29th and I should have posted first thing this morning!!! Sorry. My life is chaotic at the best of times; at the moment I'm as scatty as anything.

It's at times like this I'm glad I have friends who are more organised and together than I am. And one of the very best of those is the lovely Jo Cotterill, whose powers of togetherness quite frankly astonish me at times.

One of the reasons I'm particularly glad of this right now is that some months ago Jo and I were invited to be guest programmers for the Chipping Norton Literary Festival, or ChipLitFest as it's affectionately known. It's been an interesting process, largely involving me going, "Er... where are we on things again?" and Jo sighing and opening her folder and telling me exactly where we are on things and what additional things we need to be doing.

But one of the most interesting aspects of the whole things has been seeing the publishing industry from a different angle. I'd always imagined the process of booking an author for a literary festival to be something like this:

EMAILS:
LITERARY FESTIVAL BOOKING PERSON: Hello! We'd like to book some authors for our literary festival, please!
PUBLICITY PERSON AT PUBLISHING HOUSE: Certainly! Here is a long list of suitable authors, none of whom is John Dougherty!
LFBP: Thanks!

Instead of which, it's been more like this:
EMAILS:
LFBP [in this case, me or Jo]: Hello! We'd like to book some authors for our literary festival, please!
Jo & I talk about specific authors we might like to book>
LFBP: Hello! Further to our last email, we've decided we'd like to invite the fabulous Author X to our festival. Are they free?

LFBP: Er... Hello! Did you get our email about Author X?
PPAPH: Oh - sorry. The person who deals with Author X was on holiday. They're back now. I'm sure they'll be in touch soon.
LFBP: Oh, good.

PPAPH: Sorry! Been busy. I'll ask Author X if she's free.


PHONE CALL:
LFBP 1: You know, I do have Author X's email address...
LFBP 2: Do you want to just contact her? We have tried the proper channels...

EMAILS:
LFBP: Hello! Has PPAPH asked you about  appearing at our festival?
AUTHOR X: Er... no.
LFBP: Well, would you like to?
AX: Yes! Yes, oh god, yes!!!
LFBP:

I'm not sure why this is, but I suspect in part it's got to do with publishing houses publishing more books with fewer staff. Anyway, if there's a lesson in here, it's probably that more than ever, professional writers need to take as much responsibility as they can for their own promotion. But also, perhaps, that writers and publicists both need to work together and keep channels of communication open. Oh, and that there may be established ways of doing things in the industry, but there are no 'right' ways.

Photo by Jemima Cotterill
 PS Jo and I were interviewed for the ChipLitFest website by the festival's own junior reporter, the fabulous Pheebs. You can read the interview here.











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John's Stinkbomb & Ketchup-Face series, illustrated by David Tazzyman, is published by OUP - who will also be publishing Jo Cotterill's & Cathy Brett's Electrigirl in the spring.


Saturday, 9 July 2011

Confessions of a Moody Writer - Jo Cotterill

Writing can be joyous. It can be hard work; depressing; uplifting; surprising; rewarding…all these things I knew. What I did not realise, and what I have come to recognise over the years, is that writing is addictive.

There, I confess it. I am addicted to writing. No matter how happy or sad (or any emotion in between) that I feel when actually putting fingers to keyboard, I just know that I suffer terrible withdrawal symptoms when I am prevented from writing.