Friday, 28 November 2014

The Crowham Martyrs--Happy News!

I'm delighted that my middle grade novel, "The Crowham Martyrs" will be published in June, 2015, by the wonderful Catnip Books!

Tuesday, 28 October 2014

Boy (and Girl), Do We Need Diverse Books!

I'm prompted to write a post on diversity, not because of anything that's been recently said or written about diversity in the world of children's books...

I'm prompted because of a "controversy" that's taken place in the world of stand-up comedy this week. My son, as some of you may know, is a stand-up, so I pay attention to what's going on in his field (OK, most if it is cyberstalking so that I can sneak into his gigs without him knowing, but never mind...).

The uproar was caused by a reasonably well-known comic berating the BBC in a facebook post for the fact that comics who appear on panel shows like "Mock the Week" generally ridicule UKIP--something that he feels is unfair and fails to address the concerns over immigration that some British people have.

OK, I guess he's entitled to those thoughts, and I don't watch these programmes regularly enough to have an opinion as to their political "diversity". However, knowing the comedians that I do (and not just via cyberstalking...I've actually met some of them in person!) I am certain that the BBC would struggle to find a pro-Ukipper amongst them. In fact, in order to provide an alternate view, they'd have to dig up the graves of long-dead comics, and prop their embalmed corpses next to Dara O'Brien--something I doubt the license-fee payer would go for, even in the name of "balance."

What was distressing about this comedian's tirade was not just the predictability of its language. Of course, there was the usual "swamped" rhetoric and overuse of the word "dysfunctional" to describe everything from schools to hospitals. And this dysfuctionality was, naturally, caused by immigration.

So far, so sadly familiar.

What was most disturbing to me was how quickly he jumped from rather well-worn "truisms" to sneering jibes targeted specifically at women and people of colour. The upshot of his "argument" was not only that white comedians were pretending to be "militant liberals" whatever the hell that is, just in order to get TV gigs, but that women comedians were substandard pretenders and "ethnic comedians" as he called them, were given TV roles merely to buttress this militancy.

After the twitter storm that followed, the comedian tweeted something along the lines of "we're all entitled to our opinons, so if you don't like mine, don't follow me..."

And that, supposedly, made everything OK...

So, what does this unpleasant episode have to do with diversity in children's books?

Well, it reminded me (as if I needed reminding) of what dangerous times we live in, and how close to the surface real hatred lies. Right wing politicans can make their policies seem steeped in "common sense" and "fairness."  But what's really evident in so many of these policies--whether it's the bedroom tax, the restrictions of benefits to people with disabilities, the cutting of special needs provision in schools, the the closure of specialist shelters for female victims of domestic violence, the long slow burn of distorted facts on immigration--is a total contempt for diversity. The language may have changed, and the laws regarding incitement to hatred beefed up, but scratch the surface and things can still et pretty ugly.

Further evidence, of course, was the treatment of  our own laureate Malorie Blackman, after Sky News misreported her comments on diversity (which, even in their misreported form, didn't seem particularly contentious!) during the Edinburgh Festival. Of course, those below the byline commentators and trolls are there to hate and malign, but still, it was hard to read, and harder still to fathom the venom and hatred behind the words.

So, back to diversity, and back to children's books...

I find it hard to imagine what kind of world the "haters" out there envision, but I know it doesn't look like the world that exists. Has existed for decades, if not centuries. Will continue to exist, and hopefully thrive. Obviously, the haters can't actually turn back time (though I'm sure some of them would like to!) What they can do, though, is make diversity seem like an add-on, not something that merely expresses and reflects the way we all live now. They can make diversity seem like an aberration, not the norm.

And children's literature is one way that this distorted view of reality--of who we are--can be dimmed and replaced by a brighter, truer vision. To me, what's important about diversity is not just that all young readers are able to see their lives and experiences reflected in literature, but that everybody else does, too. That one experience is not seen to be more important, more representative, more worthy of exploration in fiction than another.

The UK is a gloriously diverse country. This is part of its cultural and political richness. There's not a big lump of us--however we define that--versus an ever-growing chunk of them.

Whatever our religion, our gender or sexuality, whatever our country of origin, wherever we live, whatever our economic means, whatever our abilities...
There really is just us, and all our stories deserve to be heard.

Tuesday, 14 October 2014

#TGFW2--Thank God For Writing 2

A belated thanks for the lovely responses to the #tgfw hashtag and concept. How wonderful that so many of us see writing as a companion on the journey or a shelter in times of trouble or despair.

I do need  to add a caveat to my original post, though. For the whole "disappearing into your writing to the point where you can't distinguish what's happening on on the page from what's happening in real life" thing to work properly, "real life" has to be sufficiently grim.

Sorry, but that's just the way this works. Intractable problems, major league stresses, seemingly unbearable heartbreak--that's what it takes.

I'm not a huge fan of confessional writing, or using writing as a platform for airing woes, but many of you already know that my life over the past few months has "sucked on all cylinders". (I am, on the other hand,  a huge fan of coming up with glib catchphrases, especially ones that don't quite make sense, and that is one of my faves--feel free to RT!)

My problems have, been of the "seemingly unbearable heartbreak" variety (note the seemingly) and they have been my problems, not my children's or anyone else's. Just mine, which is what made them bearable. The fact is, I was always going to tough this out. I had no choice, obviously, but I also knew, from the very beginning, that this situation would not crush me, that despair would not triumph, and that with enough swearing and sufficient quantites of wine, I'd stagger, somewhat reluctantly, away from the pity party at the Hurt Hotel.

So, what does any of this have to do with #tgfw?

Nothing, really. Just wanted to vent...

Seriously, there is a connection. Last week I talked about writing as a helpful means of escape, of it providing a place to hide. I also think that being writers helps equip us for the harshness of real life, just as the harshness of life adds depth and richness to our work.

The biggie is of, course, rejection.

When your writing is rejected, you want to cry, you want to rage against the unfairness of it all--how could something you've worked so hard on, something you devoted your life to, be thrown back in your face as if it were nothing?

It takes time to get over a rejection. It takes time to try again or to start something new.

Rejection in life, or in love, is much the same. It feels like you're being kicked. Hard. Often. Till it hurts so much you can hardly breathe.

But eventually you get up, even when you'd rather stay on the ground and blub like a baby.

Because that's what you do. That's what everybody does. So, although being a writer with years of rejection behind you may not make this experience easier, it does at least make it make it more familiar..

Which is good, right?

And there are other, more positive connections. As writers, we have to see past the rejection, or we'd go mad. We have to accept the innate hurt in the process and hope that it will, one day, lead to  better writing and ultimately, to acceptance. So, there's hope, and there's imagination, too. As writers we build worlds that aren't actually there, so in real life it should be easier for us to envision a time when the world makes sense again, when personal pain isn't so raw. (OK, maybe that's pushing the positivity a bit too far...)

Writing also deals with conflict and resolution.

In life, conflict is inevitable and unavoidable, and sometimes the resolution is not what we hoped for. This is how stories play out, too:  plots go wayward, characters turn out to have minds of their own (selfish bastards!), wrong turnings are taken and endings are not always happy.

Sometimes you just have to go with the story and see where it ends up...

Now here comes the best part...

As writers, we know that our story can unexpectedly veer off on its own, forcing us to follow it into somewhat frightening, but always exciting, new places...

And so it is, in life...

So, there many, many reasons to TGFW.

Writing can help us see beyond our immediate problems or disruptions. It can help us to accept that being hurt is part of the game.

It can also open us up to previously unimaginedpersonal possibilities, to new adventures that are the flipside to the heartache and disappointment.

And for all those things, I am truly thankful.


Tuesday, 30 September 2014

#TGFW--Thank God For Writing

A few months back, the lovely Vanessa Harbour and I were sharing some thoughts on Twitter, and came up (simultaneously, as I recall) with the phrase "Thank God For Writing". We are still waiting for the hashtag #tgfw to become as well known as #tgif or even #amwriting!

As I remember, our exchange was about the way that writing can be a help and refuge in times of difficulty or distress.  Of course, for many of us, it's the writing itself that causes the difficulty or distress--writing is a frustrating, even heartbreaking pursuit at times

For Vanessa, writing provides an outlet to feelings that can't be expressed elsewhere. She talks about the way poetry (not her usual genre, and not written for publication or even to be shown to others) helps her work through her emotions or anxieties, and takes her to a clearer place. For many writers, this is probably the way writing "helps.": by creating a semblance of order out of out of a perplexing, senseless world.

However, my take on TGFW is different...

To put it simply, writing takes me to another place.

Writing lets me disappear from my own world, with its problems and conflicts, and hurls me headlong into the world of my story, with all its problems and conflicts. Jumping into character, being somebody who isn't me, living in a house or country or planet that isn't my house or country or planet, is liberating. Smelling and feeling and getting the sense of this other--often terrifying--world is exhilerating. It's an escape--and at times, it's a sanctuary.

Here's a true story.

Several months ago, I was working on my current WIP. Things were not going well in my personal life, so sitting at my desk and writing was a way to take a break from real-time anxieties. Immersing myself in my story was like diving into a mysterious pool or being hurtled, Dorothy-like, into a far-flung land. The world I was creating seemed vivid, and real--it felt like I was there. So one morning, while I was deep in my writing, my daughter crept into the room and asked a question. She stood by my desk, but I remained in my imagined forest. She asked again, somewhat louder, but I still didn't budge. Finally she shouted--"Mum!"

I blinked a couple times, and looked at her. My very first thoughts were: Who are you? Why are you here?

It was like I was sleepwalking--dreaming--and I had to wake myself up.

"Are there any clean tights, Mum?"

OK, this has not happened since (so don't worry about my state of mind) but it was such a powerful feeling--being lost-yet-safe in writing--that I really didn't want to finish the story and send it off to my agent. I wanted to live in this other world for just a little while longer...

So, that's why I #tgfw. For all its perils, for all the setbacks and disappointments, writing is a safe place to hide...

PS. And yes, dear readers--there were clean tights!

Monday, 25 August 2014

A Fresh Start

After a major Blogger mishap involving malware and dodgy addresses and other befuddling and frightening things, I am setting up a new blog, and using this summer's technological train wreck (there have been other wrecks, too...) as an opportunity to begin again!

I might do a "greatest hits" of previous posts that meant a lot to me, or seemed helpful to others, or that remind me of happy events in the past, but this blog is about the future--new stories, new adventures, and much new writing, I hope.

Watch this space!