Different Times

The Mystery of Tally-Ho Cottage is not a classic of modern literature that I had read before last week. It is also one I don’t feel the need to read again. I came across it in a box of old books and was intrigued – it was by Enid Blyton, but I did not recognise it as one of the Famous Five books I remembered from my childhood. It was, in fact, a precursor to that series. One of a dozen or so books centred around the exploits of ‘The Five Finder-Outers and Dog’ (Honestly, I’m not making this up!). The first half dozen pages described the return of Fatty from his holiday, much of this section was taken up with the others describing how fat Fatty was (hence the nickname I guess) and how vindictive and stupid PC Goon the policeman (also fat) is.

The story then heads into a ridiculous plot that had something to do with some cruel dog sitters, missing people, and a stolen painting. If you know much about Enid Blyton you will probably guess that the art thieves were foreigners (in turbans no less), and that the children – in particular the brave, clever and resourceful boys – solve the crime in spite of the bungling policeman. I may have got some of that wrong, I was anxious to end my ordeal by page 100 and kind of skim-read the second half.

In the book I am currently writing I had referenced this element of Enid Blyton’s writing in a derogatory way and was unsure if I should leave it in. Having happened upon this book I am now more inclined to add to it.  I don’t think we should excoriate people who grew up in an era with vastly different values to those we now consider the norm (although EB was criticized in her own lifetime for some of the views she portrayed), but we should recognise how far society has moved on. But don’t pause to celebrate for too long, I’m pretty sure we still have a way to go yet.

What, where, when, how? – and why?

I’ve been reading various blogs and posts recently about how different people approach their writing, there is a cornucopia of different styles and systems – just as there is a wide range of different finished books and stories in the world.

Nobody has asked me how I write, but here goes anyway:

I write longhand, I use a black Bic biro and plain white paper. Phew, that’s that out of the way then.

Of course, nothing is that simple. When a book first sets out it is several pages of scribbled notes, a vague outline of the plot, some similarly vague descriptions of the characters that might – or might not – end up in the book and any other little gems or nuggets that I think are going to help me along.

What happens next? I start to write. I let the story unfold itself and follow its lead, it sometimes takes me to unexpected places – but I usually manage to tame it and get it back to where I wanted it to be. The longhand notes then get typed up into a word document, being edited, altered, amended, discarded, rewritten as necessary. I enjoy the physical act of writing more than typing and will settle down with my paper and pen whenever and wherever I get a chance, sometimes accruing many, many pages of first draft that I have to painstakingly turn into the second draft.

So, I think that covers the first four questions in the title. Of course, it doesn’t show the hours of rewriting, editing, formatting, revising and reworking that take up the next six months or more. It’s worth it for the satisfaction of knowing that I have made the thing that I wanted to make though.

Why? Because I enjoy it. It’s challenging, keeps me out of trouble and, as mentioned above, satisfying, and fun. I am new to this; I don’t need to carve a career or make a living from it – knowing that I’ve put something out in the world that other people have enjoyed is a good enough start for me.

So, now you know. How do you write? What routines or habits make or break your writing style? Let me know in the comments.

Cover me….

This is the picture I originally wanted to use for the cover of my book, I like the atmosphere of it and the composition. I took it one morning while I was waiting for a train – with a group of 8-year-olds I was taking on a class trip. The image in front belies the general hubbub, noise and excitement that was going on behind me.

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In the end the picture lost it’s impact when it was changed from landscape to portrait, and the definition wasn’t that great when it was cropped to fit the new shape. It just didn’t work. So it was back to the drawing board.

I found this previously discarded picture on my hard drive;

It’s a photo of my youngest, standing arms outstretched in front of an apocalyptic looking sunset. I don’t even recall if they were facing away from me or towards me, so the ambiguity and uncertainty added to the image.

There are no filters or editing for this picture, my photography skills really are that bad!

Anyway, I like the way it turned out. Sometimes things have a habit of working themselves out.

I WROTE A BOOK

I know, so what!? Lots of people write books – right?

Except this is MY book, so I am pleased with my accomplishment.

I will admit, it was harder than I thought and took longer than expected and is one of the (many, many) reasons why my blog has been inactive for so long. After a lot of drafting, rewriting, editing, re-rewriting and more editing it was eventually complete and I took the decision to self-publish on Amazon.

You can purchase it as print on demand actual paperback or as a Kindle e-book. https://www.amazon.co.uk/Nothing-Happened-1986-Steve-Beed/dp/B09ZGY936M/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=steve+beed&qid=1656769880&sr=8-1

 It is an 80’s themed mystery thriller about a group of students who come across something they shouldn’t on a drunken night out.

Things do not go well, and the story follows the main protagonist as he struggles to regain control of his life.

Future blogs will have background about the processes I went through, information about the book, maybe some irrelevancies about the music that goes with the story and information about future writing projects. Possibly some short stories too, if I feel so inclined.

Everyone who has read it so far has told me they enjoyed it (and why would they lie? – I’m pretty sure nobody thinks my feelings are that delicate.) Please let me know what you think if you have had a chance to read it.