Writing for a living and being beset with self-doubt go hand-in-hand. In becoming an author, you might as well face up to the fact that anxiety and angst are your new best friends. And I don’t care how famous you are, the gig is still the same.

Nothing you do is ever going to be good enough. Get used to that, and get over it. Your previous works will seem a little clunky, and full of passages you wish you could rewrite (regardless of how proud of them you are). Your latest manuscript  – the one you’re working on right now, or at least would be working on if you weren’t reading this blog – has, in your opinion, gone from being a ‘sure fire winner’, to ‘something with legs’, to ‘hmmm, is this really the book I set out to write?’ You’ll curse yourself for wasting nine/ten/twelve/twenty-four* (*delete as appropriate) months on the damn thing when you could have been working on that other ‘whizzer idea’ you’ve thought of (the one you’re sure everyone will love.) All normal, all okay. Again, get used to it, and get over it.

This all sounds like pretty woeful stuff. But there’s a flip side to this self-imposed torture. It’s this very self-doubt that makes you strive to make your work the best it can be (and in doing so, become the best writer you can be). It’s the thing that makes you edit your work to within an inch of its life; worry about the weak points in the plot, and go back and shore them up; to ensure that the characters are as rounded and believable as you can make them.

Once you recognise both sides of the coin, you can turn what, on the face of it, could become a paralysing and demotivating factor into a positive strength. Your doubt is what makes you seek out the flaws in your work (that, and bloody good editor), and in doing so you are able to address them and turn your work into something finer than it would otherwise have been. Writers who appear not to have any of this doubt (and let’s face it, we’ve all met a few) are unable to recognise the weaknesses in their work, and if you’re unable to put your finger on the flaws, well, you ain’t gonna be able to fix ‘em.

There’s a thin line between love and hate, and an even thinner one between using your self-doubt as a positive force and allowing it to destroy your confidence. Writers, especially new ones (hark at me), can focus too much on their weakness, telling themselves that they’re not good enough, and end up stultifying their talent. Hey, nobody said this writing malarkey was easy. If it was, anyone would be able to knock out a book, ignore the editing process, pop it up for sale on an online bookseller’s site for 99p or give it away. Oh, er, hang on a minute…

I was giving a talk recently about writing for children, and somebody asked me what the hardest thing about writing was. I told them it was taking that initial leap of faith. Because that’s what it is. We all sit on the lip of the airplane door and tell ourselves that we can’t do it. The man behind us is screaming at us to, “GO, GO, GO!”, but there are a million reasons NOT to jump. Eventually, it’s those brave souls who shout, “Geronimo,” and throw themselves out into the void who are the people with the biggest grins on their faces at the end of the day. I tell people who want to write, to simply sit down and do so. Don’t worry TOO much about the mistakes you’ll make, but do worry about them enough to recognise that they can be a positive thing.

So, here’s to all the skydiver writers out there.

“GERONIMO!!!”

 

What’s cookin’?

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What do you do when you’re not writing? What are you working on now that you’ve finished [insert book title here]?

These are questions I get asked all the time (and I very much doubt I’m alone on this one) . There seems to be a feeling among some people that when you are not in the middle of writing or editing a book, you’re sitting about twiddling your thumbs and achieving absolutely zip. Nothing could be further from the truth. Being ‘between books’ can be a stressful and worrying place to be. But it doesn’t have to be.

I’m cooking at the moment.

It’s what I call that process when you’ve had the kernel of a really good story idea, but you can’t quite work out what the book is going to be. So you cook it in your head for a while and see if what comes out of the oven is a beautifully risen soufflé, or a sunken mass of sticky goo.

Everything else in my life is suffering at the moment because of my obsession with this idea. I’m inattentive at the best of times, but when I’m hacking through the jungle of ‘pick me!’ ideas to try and find my way to the Golden Temple of Story, I must be hell to live with. I wake at three or four in the morning, apologising as I turn on the light and fumble about for a notebook and pencil with which to scribble down the idea that my muse (who clearly keeps very unsociable hours) has decided to drop on me. Then I go back to sleep. Unfortunately, my wife rarely does.

Being a ‘pantser’ doesn’t help. I keep telling myself that if only I could plot; plan a route through the undergrowth before setting off on the journey, my life would be so much easier. But I’m not built like that. I have a sado-masochistic streak to me that forces me to make my writing life as difficult as possible. Not only am I a pantser, but I’m not a sharer. I shudder at the thought of telling anyone my idea, or asking someone to read the first part of a story to let me know what they think. I don’t even like letting my agent read early versions of my work. For me, getting an idea into something like a story, and a story into something like a book is an act of self-flagellation rivalled only by certain Filipino Catholics during the Penitensiya.

It seems to me that most writers have to go through some kind of process to get to a point that they’re happy to start really working on their book. For some it’s the months and weeks of plotting, for others it might be days of endless speculation and navel-gazing. It’s what we do when we’re ‘not writing’, and it took me a while to realise that this was a good thing. Beating yourself up about not writing is a terribly counter-productive thing to do. Yes, it’s all very lovely to sit down each day and crunch your way through two thousand words, but if what you’ve written goes into the recycle bin of your desktop the next day, there was very little point, was there? I know, I’ve done it.

So right now, I’m cooking. I’m not writing, and I’m feeling pretty good about it. Somewhere in the oven of my brain there’s a story taking shape, the ingredients are all there, but I have to wait and see if I have them in the right proportions and if I have the skill to bring them all together into something that is edible and enjoyable.

Hmmm, all these food metaphors. Do you think I’ve possibly been watching too much Masterchef?

Kids’ Lit Quiz. Nth London Heats 2011

Posted: November 29, 2011 by admin in Uncategorized

I had a great time at the KLQ heats this year at Broxbourne School. The event was won by City of London School for Girls with a whopping score of 96! My team of authors did not do so well.

This is my third KLQ, and I am always amazed by how well it is organised and presented. Wayne Mills works so

hard to set a great range of questions. All the contestants seem to love his enthusiasm, and I have no idea how he keeps it up during his whirlwind tours of the regions.

The final is this Friday at Warwick University, with the UK winners going off to New Zealand for the international finals!

I had a great time at this school. I spoke to 180 Yr 7 students, and I was incredibly impressed with their conduct. Lots of great questions asked, my favourite of which was, “If you had to choose to be one of your characters, which one would it be?”

Thanks to Angus Mark Thomson for the images.

1. “So, what do you do for a living?”

This isn’t an unusual question, but it’s the start of what is to come. Hence, I hate it. It’s about this time I wish I hadn’t given up my job as a space-monkey hunting Astroninja.

2. “Will I have read anything you’ve written?”

How this usually goes:

“I doubt it. What was the last thing you read?”

“Er, well I don’t read a lot.”

“Then I think it even more unlikely.”

[Cue uncomfortable silence]

3. “So, how is that going for you? Is it paying the bills?”

How this usually goes:

“Just about.”

[Cue uncomfortable silence]

What I’d like to say:

“By that I assume you want to know how much I earn a year, and if my, no doubt in your opinion, ‘namby-pamby, not really real’  job  has made me rich yet.”

4. So your not the next J.K. Rowling then?

How this usually goes:

[Little laugh] “No, afraid not.”

What I’d like to say:

“Piss off.”

5. “Do you think you’ll write adult books soon?”

What this means:

“When are you going to try and write ‘proper’ books?”

How this usually goes:

“No. I think writing for a younger audience is actually harder than writing for adults in many ways, and I enjoy the challenges it poses. That’s why so many writers of adult (they hear the word ’proper’ here) books are now writing for this audience.”

6. “I’ve got a great idea for a book. I don’t suppose you’ve considered writing for someone else, have you?”

What this means:

“My life is just so busy doing a REAL job that I don’t have time to faff around with things like writing. I’m sure you could knock a book out in a couple of weeks though, and we could make a fortune out of my amazing, never-before-thought-of idea which is so much better than anything YOU’VE ever thought of. I’d even be willing to give you a 20%… no, make that 15%, cut.”

How this always goes:

“No.”

[Cue uncomfortable silence]

7. “In fact I have managed to get four or five chapters down already. Would you have a look at them?”

What this means:

See above

How this always goes:

“No.”

[Cue uncomfortable silence]

8. “So, what are you working on now?”

What this really means:

“When you’re not sitting around in your dressing-gown, scratching your arse, surfing the internet and playing on the PS3, what are you doing all day?”

How this usually goes:

“I’m basically sitting around in my dressing-gown, scratching my arse, surfing the internet and playing on the PS3, whilst trying to sort out the overall story arc for my new series of books.”

 

At this point, my very own, personal Tomas de Torquemada usually finds something else to pique their interest and thankfully moves on. But as they go, they almost always leave you with:

“I’ll check you out. Sorry, what was your name again?”

“Franz Kafka.”

“Right. I’ll be sure to get some of your stuff for my kids!”

 

Today I put the last sentence to my last chapter of my new book, CHOSEN. So I’m finished, right?

 Wrong!

 I’m in the terrible limbo state of having, “completed my book to the best of my ability given the time constraints imposed on me by a) a deadline and b) my inability to get my arse in gear for great swathes of it.” Part of me is glad I’ve reached this point, but an even bigger side of me is filled with dread.

 Because now I’m in the terrible situation where I have to let somebody else look at my work. And that, for me at least, is never easy.

I like to write in a bubble. I like to close myself off from the real world and write my books without having to tell anyone “what the new one’s about,” or any of that stuff. In fact, before CHOSEN, I’d never let my editor or agent see any of the book I was currently working on until it was ‘finished’. But with the first book of a new series I got the jitters half way through and needed some reassurance I was not setting out on a path that was ultimately doomed.

So today I put the last few words down, saved the file, attached it to emails to my agent and editor, and finally plucked up the courage to hit the SEND button. And now I have to wait.

And when they do respond, I know the really hard work will have to start: I’ll have to face the fact that my toils over the last months have not resulted in a perfect story. I’ll have to take on board suggestions and advice that will knock it into shape and improve it, and ultimately, I’ll have to change things that I might not want to. And at the end of that I’ll be ‘finished’ again. Of course, then there are line edits…

And the thing I now know (that I didn’t realise with my earlier books) is this: the book is NEVER finished. There are aspects of it that you’ll always wish you’d done differently, sections you would love to rewrite, errors your loving fans have spotted that you want to correct. So when an author next tells you that they’ve finished their latest book, look them straight in the eye and ask them, “Really?”

 

 

1. Get up nice and early, make yourself comfortable in your favourite writing place and turn on your computer.

2. Check your email for exciting news from your agent or publisher.

3. Look at the notes you made the previous day.

4. Put the kettle on and make coffee/tea.

5. Go back to your desk and log on to Twitter.

6. Read the last chapter you wrote to ensure you’re completely happy with what you’re going to be doing next.

7. Check your email for exciting news from your agent or publisher.

8. Google that important piece of research you’ve been meaning to look at for some time now (even though it will not be used in this or any other book).

9. Put some inspirational music on the mp3 player. Change the music at least three times before deciding that you ‘don’t need inspirational today’.

10. Put the kettle on.

11. Go to the loo. Whilst in the bathroom check you face in the mirror and tell yourself that you don’t look a day over 25…30…33…

12. Write the first sentence of your new, killer chapter. Decide it’s crap and delete it.

13. Check your email for exciting news from your agent or publisher.

14. Go to Amazon and check your last book’s sales ranking.

15. Throw yourself prostrate on the floor, flinging your arms and legs around wildly whilst shouting your favourite expletive at the top of your lungs.

16. Call your friend to see if they are still interested in going out for a drink later.

17. Set a new reminder to backup your work files in case your laptop explodes.

18. Delete the last five reminders (all of which you have ignored) to do the same thing.

19. Check your email for exciting news from your agent or publisher.

20. Have a good rant about the unfairness of life and how other people get all the breaks/publicity/marketing while you are left to wallow in the mire.

21. Finish lunch.

22. Get dressed and walk up to the corner shop to buy milk.

23. Put the kettle on and make coffee.

24. Curse the postman for depositing so much useless junkmail through your door. Curse the postman for delivering the useless junkmail so late in the day.

25. Sit and read useless junkmail in the wild hope that your muse has hidden the secrets to your latest chapter within.

26. Talk yourself out of buying the heated slippers for only £19.99 + del.

27. Rewrite the first line of your new that you first wrote in step 12. Decide it wasn’t crap after all, but quite brilliant instead.

28. Start to write the second line, but stop and groan loudly at the sound of the kids coming home from school.

29. Shout at kids, telling them that you are trying to work.

30. Give up on the chapter due to the noise of children killing each other in the lounge.

31. Welcome wife home from work, bemoaning the fact that you’ve had so much to do you couldn’t get any writing done.

32. Go to bed.

33. Wake up and REPEAT from step 1 above.

September 30th Bath Festival of Children’s Literature
A horror extravaganza with some of the best writers in the genre.
http://www.bathkidslitfest.org.uk/stevefeasey.aspx

Check out the new Polish book cover.

IGRZYSKA DEMONÓW Wilkolak

YouTube video describing this year’s challenge.