Definition #07: vainglory

vainglory

As the remnants of the spark skitter to a stop, the world sits on a precipice. It is suspended (and yet in perpetual motion) between the realms of winter and the temporary spell of Saint Valentine, who sits ponderously atop the largest wall in the sky, eyeing the trinkets and glittery tat passed between hands and mouths, and wonders what he ever did to deserve it. His eyes, then caught, fall on a shock of blonde and a flash of red not trading gifts with sometimes lovers but instead sat quietly, bathed in glowing warmth, staring at her own reflection. The mirror, he notes, is split eight ways with eight angles and eight softly smirking images gaze back. She does not blink. She looks at herself as an artist might look at his favourite painting, or a mother might look at her most beautiful child. Her hands brush her skin in silent reverence and her lips purse in worship. Saint Valentine watches her devotion and cannot help but feel responsible. He cradles her soul in his outstretched hand, worried for her pride and yet proud of her spirit. She continues, oblivious but sure.


This did not turn out as planned. It was to be a diptych, with the second uploaded next week but the photographic gods were not smiling upon me. They instead gave me this. I am pleased regardless. Though my eyes are disappointed that so much work went into them but they are not visible. My left eye resents the fact that I stabbed it with a liquid eyeliner brush and I may never be able to convince it to appear in photos again.

Happy Valentine’s for tomorrow, merry readerlings.

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The ‘Can-Do’ Kind of Attitude

In a lot of my cover letters, when applying for jobs, I write that I have a ‘can-do’ attitude. This is true, I do. I decide I want to do/learn/get/make something so I do/learn/get/make it. The most recent example of this is my youtube channel, I decided I wanted to learn how to edit videos so I dived into it head first (a few new videos are in the works!).

But this approach does not always work.

Over the last two days I have been avidly proofreading Jenny‘s manuscript, The Lightning Tree, ready for her to begin querying with agents. An almost 50,000 word feat which she completed in four months, writing for three hours each day, while living in Vancouver. The manuscript is sound, I found a few typos and maybe three sentences which needed a bit of tweaking but other than that it is more than ready to land in the IN trays of however many agents she chooses to query.

I have known for almost four years that her writing is incredible (three of those spent at university in Chester under the brilliant tutelage of Francesca Haig and the rest of the English Department – we heartily recommend and I am a massive suck-up), so had high expectations of her manuscript. Not only did she meet those, but she surpassed them.

What does this have to do with my ‘can-do’ attitude? Jenny has achieved something which even my ‘can-do’ attitude seems to shiver in fear from. I am writing a novel but like some other aspiring novelists, I get distracted. I thrive on deadlines and challenges and things with purpose, undertaking university work or ‘actual job’ work doesn’t make my attitude run and hide but this thing, this novel that I have embarked on out of love and imagination makes my attitude retreat into a corner, quivering and whimpering. It is the one thing that my ‘can-do’ can’t do … or at least has trouble with.

It was in reading The Lightning Tree, talking to Jen and thinking about the manuscript I am itching to finish but seem to be scared of that I formulated a plan. A completely ridiculous but perhaps so ridiculous-and-challenging-that-it-might-just-work sort of a plan.

I recently mentioned the Hot Key Young Writers Prize in one of my blog entries, and last night I made the decision that I was going to enter. This morning I sent off my first 4000 words, synopsis, bio and entry form – after a hefty edit of the start of the novel, which has been going on for a while. Now, I have until October to finish writing and editing the rest of it just in case I am long-listed. I had been considering entering for a while, so luckily, those words were ready.

But Emma/Elou/Memma/whatever-you-happen-to-call-me what about the other things, university/work/youtube/photography/anything-else-you-might-mention-that-I-happen-to-do? Well, I am nothing if not up for a challenge. See what I mean by so ridiculous-and-challenging-that-it-might-just-work?

So there it is, what do you do when your ‘can do’ is having a wobble? Something ridiculous and exciting all at the same time.

If you want to know more about Jen and The Lightning Tree, she’s just set up a brand new blog! I suggest you follow it. She can also be found on Twitter.

A blog-related update: while sharing a few blogs on twitter, I remarked that I felt like a ‘child catcher’ only nicer and with blogs instead of children. It is with that in mind that I have decided to start a feature, named The Blog Catcher (complete with a silly little banner, probably), in which I share the interesting blogs I read/stumble upon. These may not always be publishing and/or book related but they all promise to be interesting.

The Trouble with Opening Chapters

June 20th saw the return of the Hot Key Young Writers Prize, a writing competition which looks for the best, undiscovered middle-grade and young adult fiction from 18 – 25 year-old writers. It seeks talent and imagination and in return offers the chance to snag a potential worldwide publishing contract and editorial support from the Hot Key editors. Exciting! If you’ve read this blog before you probably know that I love Hot Key Books but you may not know that I also write (unless you’ve taken a gander at my ‘about’ page).

From 2009 until 2012, I studied Creative Writing with English Literature at the University of Chester (a course I would recommend) with a view to become a published author/poet as well as to further my knowledge for my future publishing career. Writing has always been a big part of my life, from the moment I could hold a pen – I remember being given a Pocahontas notebook near its release date in 1995 and scrawling what I thought was a story about Pocahontas on its pages, having found it a year or so ago I can confirm that it is scribbling rather than writing but the act of (what I thought was) writing a Pocahontas story in pencil in that notepad is one of my most vivid childhood memories.

Once I’d gotten the hang of all 26 letters (with the exception of the capital ‘E’, which I modified by adding two extra lines to cure the loneliness of the one in the middle), I could very rarely be torn away from my stories. They started with animals, mostly rabbits, and then I moved onto an obsession with all things Victorian, writing a story about a young girl who finds an abandoned house and discovers, upon going through the door, that she has been transported back in time (clearly inspired by the brilliant Tom’s Midnight Garden), among many others. I have always adored writing.

When I was younger writing was free and easy and I didn’t have to worry about the importance of the opening or whether my syntax made sense, all I had to do was untangle the knot of ideas in my head and try to write it in my neatest writing (I always knew stories were worth more than just being a messy unreadable scrawl) but now that I am an ‘adult’ embarking on my ‘proper’ writing journey it’s less about getting everything on the page even if some of the details are muddled and more about getting it right and on the page. I struggle with that part.

Getting the opening right is arguably the most important part when entering competitions or querying, it is the first thing judges or agents and publishers will see of your work, if it doesn’t capture them you won’t have much luck. My openings can be weak, my opening sentences tend to pack a punch but the chapter that follows that sentence if often not the best it could be. When I write my opening chapters, I don’t know my story and they end up becoming rambling, info beasts; they become back story. Very recently I discovered the answer to that problem: I’ve started deleting my first chapters.

I am embracing the much used ‘kill your darlings’ approach (referenced both by William Faulkner and Stephen King or in the words of Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch ‘murder your darlings’) and it is working. I write better openings when I don’t think that they are openings.

Once I am a few chapters in, I jump back to the start, extract any paragraphs or phrases that appeal to me and then move the rest into a new document, using it only for reference and world-building. I would recommend this practise to anyone. Don’t think your opening chapter is working? Try getting rid of it, try starting with chapter two. You might be surprised at the results.

Extraordinary Things in Ordinary Places

This morning, as I sat on the bus reading Veronica Roth’s Divergent (for the second time, more on that in a later entry) on the way to OICPS, I witnessed one of the most beautiful sunrises of my life. As I glanced out the window to see whereabouts I was, I was met with the fields by Water Eaton Park and Ride, covered in mist with the sun peeking over the top. Everything was in sepia.

When I looked up again, I was met with something better, something which looked as if it had leapt right out of a painting and I wish I had a camera. Rising up next to the sun, so close it looked huge, was the silhouette of a hot air balloon.

It was possibly the best way to start the day. The artist in me craved to capture it, camera in hand (if only I had one with me which wasn’t my phone); the writer in me wanted to pluck it out of the sky and onto the page; the rest of me was just happy to have seen it. Mist and fog are, perhaps, my favourite weather conditions, sunrise/sunset are my favourite times of day (except when the sky is clear at night and I am out in the middle of nowhere, where the stars are at their brightest – an experience I have only really had once, when in Scotland last December for a friend’s birthday, in a castle away from civilisation).

I think writing is all about finding extraordinary things in ordinary places, even when writing fantasy. When that bleeds into your real life, your real experiences, you should grab it and run with it. I think I should listen to my own advice. So that is what I am going to do within the next few days, between the wedding editing (more on that in a later blog post) and the university reading.