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This blog came about because a group of children's writers who were feeling isolated and remote (in the days before t'internets) formed a society. Members of that society later went on to invent An Awfully Big Blog Adventure. Later still (if this were a film, I'd do a montage), other members (including me!) established the Winter Warmer. This is an annual retreat in which relaxation and creativity are the main focus. It takes place in the Somerset countryside amid hills and sheep and such. You have to be very careful on the drive in not to hit something cute and furry. And even more careful on the night-time drive out, on a desperate booze-run after the group has - literally - drunk the bar dry, (naming-no-names, but you-know-who-you-are!).
I set off to Somerset this year with a little trepidation. I was one of the organisers and heavy rain was threatening to make the event a wash-out. In the end, one dramatic night of gales brought out something of the Blitz spirit. And the muddy trousers after tramps in the hills were more of a badge of honour.
The studios we stayed in
The weekend is made up of optional talks and workshops; lots of good food, and quiet spaces to work. Though, if you'd like to spend the whole time in bed, re-reading all of Harry Potter, then no-one will mind. Equally, you can attend all the talks. This year, I found them to be hugely entertaining, and even moving. The focus on creativity means that no business talks are planned. There's nothing on the schedule about working with agents, or honing your pitch, or managing self-publishing. (By the way, I have nothing against such talks, they can be incredibly helpful and other Scattered Authors' conferences do include them). Instead, people shared tricky writing experiences; suggested ways to inject a bit more fun; shared tips on things that had worked for them. They were open, honest and frank in a way that felt like a stiff broom brushing out brain-webs.
I particularly enjoyed Liz Kessler's poi workshop. At the end of which, I was battered, bruised in some odd places, but with the new-found ability to twirl a ball on a string. Proper playtime.
Proper playtime
There appeared to be a bottomless vat of cake, which is terrible for the diet, but certainly made me feel snuggly and wintery.
In between workshops, there was enough free-time for me to work on a proposal I have for a play script. I wrote the lyrics to six songs, I wrote one long monologue and also collaged the main character's living room (is that actually work? It didn't feel like it, but it was ace).
I met up with what feel like old friends, made lots of new ones and came away enthused and refreshed.
I felt like a part of an extended family of very generous writers - thank you, all!
1 Comments on Writing Friends, Old and New - Elen Caldecott, last added: 12/21/2012
I never studied economics at all, but I have a vague idea that the cost of things, commodities, objects, is determined by balancing what people are willing to sell it for with what people are willing to pay. Plus taxes, of course.
This can be illustrated by my recent decision to buy, on Kindle, Marian Keyes' latest novel The Mystery of Mercy Close. It was £10 as an instant ebook, but only £9 as a snail-mail hardback. If I'd been willing to wait even longer, I could have got it for £7 as a paperback, or 60p from the library (I'd have to reserve it), or, if I waited two years, I could have bought it for 1p plus post and packaging on Amazon. However, I wanted to read it immediately, so, it was worth £10 to me.
More recently, J K Rowling suffered a series (what's the collective noun? A witch-hunt? A mass hysteria?) of 1-star reviews, based solely on the fact that the £12 price-tag of the ebook was deemed too expensive. The convenience of an instant book wasn't worth it to the reviewers.
Of course, much of the vitriol came from the fact that JK is assumed not to need the money (there was little mention of the publishers who presumably paid huge amounts for the rights and need to make back their investment).
So, does the value of a product change if they person selling it doesn't need the money? There's a slim case for that, based on my understanding of how prices are set. But the amount of time spent on making the product isn't any less. The effort and graft are the same.
There seems to be an idea, among the general public, that writers are either starving in attics (which is considered stupid, but morally sound), or greedy fat-cats milking their fans. I know lots of writers, but I know none who match either image. Most are trying to maintain a modest life-style through precarious means. Like any small-business owners, they have to be mindful of income and expenditure.
Personally, about half my income comes from writing and writing-related activities. The rest comes from three shifts a week selling tickets (so, you can probably make a reasonably sound guesstimate of my level of income! No lighting cigars with hundred dollar bills going on in this part of the West Country!). I write five or six books a year, some long, some short. I teach creative writing. I visit schools and libraries. I work reasonably hard (is it always a self-employed person's curse to believe they are lazy? But I digress...) So, I get cross when people demand that writers subsidise entertainment by producing cheap books.
If you don't think the price is worth it to you, wait until it becomes available in a cheaper format, wait 48 hours for the hardback to be delivered, but don't insist that the seller has to change their position. No-one owes writers a living, but equally, no-one has the right to take that living away. Not even from the rich ones.
Thank you for this, Elen. I agree that it's really no use carping about the price of a book. I'm no economist either, but I know that in a free market, prices are set to meet supply and demand. And the truth about writers' lives bears repeating: great effort for an uncertain reward, especially if you're an established writer taking a fresh direction. The hoo ha over JK's new book has exposed some very unpleasant aspects of the book trade. I don't begrudge her a penny of what she earns. I do have questions about the low advances publishers expect their writers to accept, though. With advances in the hundreds rather than the thousands, you have to write a good many books, per year,to earn a basic wage. So, writers earn their bread in some other way and fit their writing around it. That's crazy. My best writing is done in a few short hours first thing in the morning. If I miss that creative window,it's a day lost, because the day has already jumped on my mental energy like a toddler! I'm lucky, I have two small pensions, but I think it's a tragedy that writers are not properly rewarded.
Great post, Elen. I really feel for J K Rowling, because her new book has taken a kicking for all sorts of reasons. I think it's time we started being honest about how much writing brings in versus the effort it takes. I don't write for the money (just as well, really) but I do think writing (and other art forms but I can only speak for my own) is undervalued. And don't get me started about those who expect us to do book-related events for free...
I love your point about waiting for a cheaper product - as you say, if you want it now, you pay the price. Like those who want the iPhone 5 now pay the astronomical price tag. Also love Stroppy's comment about Johnny Depp :) Imagine the meeting where that idea was put forward...
This is a great blog post, Ellen - eloquently put. I do wonder if the online world has helped encourage a sense in readers that material should be made available cheaply or even for free. As some of my author friends know (!), my other obsession is sewing. There's a plethora of free material on the Internet - Youtube tutorials, blogger advice, free patterns. This is all fantastic for anyone trying to get into a new activity, but I've noticed that because of this, the audience needs carefully reminding sometimes that some things you have to - and should! - pay for.
Me again! It's a great point about 'perceived value' also - and I think this is why self-published authors need to think very carefully about the price point they choose. Once a precedent has been set, it's very difficult to re-set it.
When asked by students how many books I've had published and I reply 21 their reply is often along the lines of "oh so you teach for pin money." I wish I did. And Stroppy Author great point!
Er - do all books go down to 1p on Kindle after two years? If so I'm feeling even more guilty about the money I really didn't mean to spend on a series of Italian detective books recently...
Strongly agree, Elen - great post. And of course we also have to take into account the 'wilderness years' when writers are slush-pile surfing and earning nothing at all.
Many moons ago, way back before email and wikipedia, I did Drama A-Level. I went to the library and hand-wrote essays about Brecht and Stanislavski.
I remember very little about this time (too much cider and Bjork to recall it all properly), but one thing I do remember is Stanislavski's acting method, which would later evolve, by a cunning word-switch, into method acting.
I had reason to think of this last week. Some of you may know that I have recently moved into my first owned-by-me-and-the-bank home (rather than owned by my-landlord-and-the-bank). It has been incredibly stressful (well, duh). There have been moments where my partner and I have wanted to bury ourselves under duvets and only come out once the nasty damp has gone away. I realise this isn't an effective approach to home maintenance, but at times it has been the best we've had.
Anyway, under such circumstances, it has been difficult to find the joy in writing. It has all felt very leaden, lifeless, heavy, murky, like a bad souffle, where you've forgotten the eggs.
Back to Stanislavski.
I had been working on a particularly dreadful scene. I gave up in disgust and went to my day-job. There, I found a member of staff, a pile of cardboard and no customers.
In no time, the member of staff had turned the pile of cardboard into some cute, teeny-tiny houses, as though Kevin McCloud had visited Toytown.
My skill with the scissors couldn't run to houses, but I felt brave enough to try a kennel to go with them. Once that was mastered, I found an online guide to making an origami dog to go in it.
Our little street joined some of the other paper-craft creations that 'decorate' (also known as 'clutter') our collective workspace.
Later, when I revisited the annoying, leaden scene, I found that I was approaching it with a new lightness of heart. It seems that the act of playing made my writing more playful.
I was reminded then of Stanislavski and his belief that good acting came from finding the real emotion, rather than simply declaiming lines. In other words, you just have to feel it.
I have resolved that whenever my writing is doing it's no-egg-souffle impression, I'm going to get out the origami, or the colouring, or the placticine and remind myself of how writing should feel. It should be like playing.
And at least it will take my mind off the damp. I'd love to hear about other creative outlets help you with your writing!
I so agree that writing should feel like playing - after all, we are allowing words out of the box and discovering what they get up to when we aren't always looking.
I'm lucky - I have grandchildren, so am never short of opportunity on the playing front.
Love your origami dog and cardboard kennel! For me, I think it's photography, but we definitely need SOMETHING non-wordy sometimes to break the grip of those non-rising souffles ...
They are incredible cardboard houses. I love the idea of getting creating. I usually find taking the pressure off helps and going for a walk. My next venture is to make some of that book art (like this: http://mywordlyobsessions.files.wordpress.com/2012/02/anagram_octopus.jpg) I've got the book ready, but I'm afraid to begin.
I didn't know you worked at the Watershed. I go to this thing called the Steady Table there on a Tuesday night. (http://www.cypruswell.com/calendarFull.php?id=553&y=2012&m=04) Come along sometime!
Wise post, Elen, especially as people try to capture back writing time after the hols. So easy to stop all the sense of playing and end up slouching along the road, trailing the too-heavy baggage of writing at your heels.
Before being published I had dreams of what it would mean: seeing my book on the shelf in a bookshop; seeing tattered copies full of library stamps; typing away on a shady balcony in some village in the south of France. I'm sure you know the sort of thing. I was dreaming bestseller.
(c) Christopher S. Penn
No-one ever sets out to become a mid-list writer, such dreams would be more getting texts from friends saying 'I was in Coventry Waterstones and they don't have your book'; being able to reserve your book only via the inter-library loan system; typing in the early hours before you go off to your day job. Nope, those dreams don't keep us going in the long, dark editing hours. But it is the reality for most writers.
The reason I'm talking about this is because I had a meeting with my publishers last week about 'reaching the next level'. It was a lovely, supportive, cake-filled meeting, but the bottom line was the bottom line. What can we all do (me, editor, art director, sales and marketing, publicity etc) to go from solid to spectacular sales? We discussed various strategies and ate some delicious scones.
But, a week later, I was left wondering at the disconnect between the art and the business of books. You see, solid sales give me a nice lifestyle that I really enjoy. I write three days a week on projects I find entertaining. I work three days a week in a lovely place alongside good friends. I live in a house that's just big enough, with a nice park nearby for walking the dog.
What's to be gained by going from solid to stellar?
There's the relationship with the publisher, of course. A good long-term business proposition, that sees them making money, will give me security. There's ego. It would be nice to not have to explain who I am to school receptionists. There's money. I could add a conservatory, or really have a flat in the south of France. All of that would be lovely. But these feel a bit like the pre-publication dreams. While dreaming is attractive, I actually enjoy living my life in a quotidian way, without pinning too many hopes on the future.
And even if I we do make changes, will it even work? I think there's just a kind of magic stardust that gets sprinkled on some projects and not others. If you work diligently and you write with a commercial audience in mind, that doesn't mean you're bound to become stellar. No-one knows what makes a book take off in that way. And I don't have a handy packet of stardust in my desk drawer. Furthermore, I don't believe that being mid-list means that you've failed.
I came away from the meeting full of excitement. I will do the sort of thing they want to reach 'the next level', I do want a good relationship and a boosted ego, after all. But it's also important for me to remember that life is about the way I live right now, today and I have to be proud of the daily choices I make.
On Tuesday this week, I felt like a proud godparent. Two talented writers that I've been working with (and 13 others, that I haven't!) launched their anthology, Writes of Passage. I stood in Foyles Charing Cross with a glass of white wine, a label on my front declaring me to be a tutor and watched as agents and editors hustled to speak to 'our' writers.
Julia Green and agent Jodie Marsh
These students will always be special, as they are the first ones I tutored on the MA Writing for Young People at Bath Spa Uni. I say tutored, because that's what it says on my pay slip. But that isn't really what it felt like. They already had talent, technique and an excellent work ethic. So, I felt more like a mentor. My job really was to drink tea, read attentively and listen while they found solutions.
I love the idea of mentors. I have been very lucky as a number of writers who's careers are further along than mine have taken the time to listen, to give advice and say 'that's normal, we all feel like that'.
My own MA tutor, Julia Green (who has a new book out like month Bringing the Summer!) was such a graceful mentor. She told me I had to re-write the first half of my novel which such kindness that I left her office grinning, not crying.
Me and the anthology editor, Sarah Benwell
Other writers have given me wonderful pieces of advice; Marie-Louise Jensen told me about the Scattered Authors' Society, through which I've come to know some wonderful writers. Liz Kessler has been fab at making this industry feel like fun when it can so easily grind you down (see her post on her love affair with Twitter, somehow everything she works on feels like that). Actually, there's lots of great Liz-advice to choose from, but my favourite was during a discussion of commercial books: 'write whatever you want, but then stick wings or a tail on it'.
15 Comments on Writing Mentors - Elen Caldecott, last added: 5/17/2012
Mine was Vivian French, who taught a module on children's writing on a course I did at Bristol (the Certificate in Creative Writing - now sadly defunct). Without her enthusiasm, encouragement and generosity, I would never have got started on writing for children. I teach writing classes now in the community, and they are very much influenced by the teaching I had on that course - in particular from Julia Green, always so nurturing and appreciative!
Paul Dodsgon - I won a place on a mentoring scheme at Exeter uni, and he took my rather turgid travelogue and supported me while rewrote the whole thing about 5 times, making it the book the best book I can possibly make it (and it has had some wonderful reviews, so it was worth it!).
It was his honesty that made a difference - if one bit worked, he told me so - and then listed all the things that didn't. But he always believed I could do it - so I did!
Actually Liz Kessler has been rather fab to me too and I have secretly (and totally without her permission) appointed her my unofficial mentor. I also love her writing which helps - you have to have confidence in your mentor. It's so lovely to think that someone has taken the time to read over something I've written and is willing to help me onwards with it.
Che Golden said, on 5/17/2012 3:16:00 AM
Steve Voake mentored me on the Bath Spa MA course. No matter how bruised and shattered my confidence was, I always left his office smiling. The support and the encouragement of a well-respected author can make all the difference to a writer just starting out. We need more mentors! And they need to give out their mobile numbers which, for some bizarre reason, Steve refuses to do. I don't understand it, I promised I would ration myself to 20 calls a day?
Mentoring must be an incredibly satisfying thing to do - to watch and nurture talent, to see it blossom. Congratulations Elen, on a job well done.
What a wonderful programme the MA Writing for Children is! Congratulations to all anthology contributors. I there any way I can obtain an electronic copy? It's not on Amazon and I live in a land far, far away...
Island Writer - hello! No, the anthology isn't really intended for sale. What happens is that the publishing world is sent a copy in advance of the launch, then, at the party there's a bit of 'speed dating' going on to see who'd like to read more. It's an exciting way to do it!
Love this post! For me, the idea of 'writing mentors' is part of the whole thing that I love about the writing community - that we are all beginners at some point, and when we are, we gain knowledge and inspiration from others. Then when we get to their position, we pass it on to the next wave of people entering the business. It's very 'pay it forward' and I love it.
And THANK YOU for the lovely comments, both from you and from Abie. Am very honoured to be appointed 'unofficial mentor'! :)
Julia Green was my first mentor too - she was wonderful! I still tell everyone who asks that the Bath MA was the best thing I've done for my writing career ...
We all love libraries. We know that. The easy access to research titles, the new fiction, the computers and databases and music and films, it's all brilliant.
But there's another reason why contemporary authors love libraries and that's the regional books awards. These annual or bi-annual events select recently published titles and bring together schools, clubs and families to vote for their favourites.
There are some well established ones, like the Leeds and Sheffield awards, there are some that are specific to new authors, like the Heart of Hawick or the New Horizons Book award, there are others that are just starting out (Hi, Warwickshire Junior Book Award!). But what all of these awards have in common is the dedicated professionals behind them working hard to encourage reading. They might be county or school's service librarians, or even teachers with responsibility for the school library and they work hard to bring new books to new readers.
As an author, I am immensely grateful for that.
(l-r) Gill Lewis, Fiona Dunbar, Elen Caldecott
It's too easy for children to stick with tried-and-tested books - school copies of Roald Dahl, or presents from well-meaning relatives who buy books they remember from their youth (how many versions of 'The Very Hungry Caterpillar' does there need to be, I ask you?).
By having these awards, librarians bring the best in contemporary publishing to the forefront and give those works a chance to vie against the classics for children's attention.
I've been lucky enough to be shortlisted for a few of the regional awards - I rarely win, but I will always turn up at the ceremony and I'll always say thank you. Whether I win, or not, my books have been given a chance to meet readers. What more can a writer ask for?
Gill on stage
On Monday, I attended the Solihull Children's Book Award. It was won by Gill Lewis for her amazing book Sky Hawk. Fiona Dunbar and I were given bottles of fizzy booze to take away for being runners-up. And while the booze was lovely, the best thing about this award process was getting this review from one of the participants:
"I am not someone that reads all the time but with this book i did. This book gave me a big step in my reading but the book was so good it made me want to read all the three books [nominated for the award]".
My book, my book, has made a reader out of a non-reader. Flipping heck. And the librarians who organised this award made that happen.
So, this is my very public thank you to librarians in all our regions - long may you be there.
I completely agree, Elen - what a fab post. The librarians who organise these awards are heroes! They put so much effort in and do so much to encourage reading that we all owe them a huge debt of gratitude.
Just want to add my own hurrah for librarians. I was at one of Newport's libraries on World Book day talking to groups of local school children. It was great fun but the best bit for me was getting an email from the librarian the next day saying how many kids had returned after school to join up and borrow books. She was chuffed and the thought that I'd played a small part in this made my day!
Just want to add my own hurrah for librarians. I was at one of Newport's libraries on World Book day talking to groups of local school children. It was great fun but the best bit for me was getting an email from the librarian the next day saying how many kids had returned after school to join up and borrow books. She was chuffed and the thought that I'd played a small part in this made my day!
Usually I live on a literary diet that ranges from the Gruffalo to the Gallagher Girls and the munchables in between. I rarely pick up books intended for adults. But this week has been different. I've had two experiences that have made me, not change my view of books exactly, but have made me think more carefully about what I do.
First, on the recommendation of Rosy Thornton, I'm reading James Wood's How Fiction Works. It's a short book of literary criticism. It's a manual on how books function. It's a thesis on modernism. It's pretty good, really. I have found that what I thought was writerly intuition, is in fact a cultural construct that I can't escape. The close-third-person points of view of my characters have come to me in a line of influence directly from Flaubert. Who'd have thought?
The second experience I had was hearing Hisham Matar speak about his work at the Bath Festival of Literature. He discussed the process of writing In the Country of Men. So much of what he said sounded so right that I was a bit dazzled by it all. In much the same way people with faith might feel when they hear an inspiration preacher. (As an aside, he read from his work and described being in the shade in Tripoli as being in 'grey patches of mercy' - yum.) What I took from the talk was that Matar is secretive about his work as he writes, then confused and surprised by it when it's done. He also said that to write was an act of praise; that by taking, naming and recording we were celebrating living.
I loved the idea that I am part of a tradition of writing that goes back centuries. Like a beacon fire passing information across great distances, our words record what it means to be alive now, our concerns and preoccupations, our joys and fears.
Reading what were contemporary novels when they were written, but are now 'classics' offer us a way to time travel. Austen is a favourite writer of mine; her wit is surprising to us, given the ponderous length of her sentences. But her sentence length is just when she was. Her wit is what she was. She was a product of her time as much as we are and we can visit that time by opening her books. She noticed, named and recorded the early nineteenth century
Next time I sit down to write a novel (which will be in April, I expect), I will have a deeper understanding of the tools I have at my disposal. I'll also bear in mind that every detail I choose to include can be seen as an act of praise. An act of celebrating life as I'm living it. Unless it's a book about squabbling siblings, or missing animals, or urban covens. In which case it will just be business as usual. But right now, I'm inspired.
Matar is a new name to me (one more for the list) and I find myself heartened by his view of writing as an act of praise, and a celebration of our times. Something to bear in mind, when we're in danger of losing the plot.
I've read James Wood, too, Elen. An excellent short summary of what we do anyway but know you know what the term is for it. Very useful to quote at editors when they start quibbling about point of view, relevance, detail, character, anything really. I've found it quite a boon. Being able to spout about realism, modernism and Flaubert really shuts them up!
I have two very different takes on the creative process to share today: obstruction and freedom. They may seem like opposites, but I think they can both benefit creative people.
Obstructions are the limits that other people set on what we can do. I first came across this idea a good few years ago when I watched Lars von Trier's The Five Obstructions in which von Trier challenged his friend and mentor, Jorgen Leth to remake the same short film five times, each time with an arbitrarily imposed obstruction. Lars chose the obstructions, naturally, and they ranged from technical (one short could only be made up of sections that were 12 frames long) to the emotional (another short had to be filmed in the worst place in the world). It should have been a disaster, but Leth rose to the challenge and, for the most part, the short films he produces are sublime. In each case, it is the obstructions that inspire Leth to try harder, to think bigger, to be bold.
Freedoms, on the other hand, are what you have when no-one is looking over your shoulder. When an idea comes, characters take shape, words spring and there are no deadlines and contracts and editors. Freedom is what you have when writing is done simply for pleasure. It is often the thing that self-publishers will guard jealously.
This week I attended a meeting for a writing project that comes laden with obstructions - it is for the educational market. There will be no violence, no dangerous activities, no pigs, no swearing. There will be a phonics list. I might have felt the weight of a depressing constraint. But I didn't. Instead, I felt challenged - how do you make a story exciting if it also has to be safe? How can I keep readers asking for 'just one more chapter' if it all has to be written in phoneme-decodable language?
Actually, I found myself bristling with ideas. By setting up obstructions, the publishers are forcing me to think harder, to be ingenious.
Next week, I'm attending a writer's retreat. That will be all freedom (even the freedom to lie around in bed eating biscuits all day, if I want). I won't be doing any contracted writing. I hope that it will be invigorating and luxurious. It is just this kind of freedom that keeps writing fresh for me.
And just to illustrate how good things can be with a bit of obstruction, here's Jorgen Leth's 'cartoon perfect human':
8 Comments on Obstructions and Freedoms - Elen Caldecott, last added: 11/16/2011
This is so familiar, Elen - thank you for saying it, and analysing it so well. I do a lot of 'restricted' writing, and it's so true that the boundaries make you work harder within the walled-off space. I'm much more willing to get down to work when there is less freedom! Let's see how we all do next week.... Mustn't forget to take biscuits!
Crowe - yup. No pet dogs either. Global cultural differences mean that pigs, cows and pets may not have the meaning that the writer original intended when sold internationally.
This is all quite true! It is really liberating to have imposed limits sometimes. For instance, if you KNOW you're writing a sonnet, that's the form you've got and it somehow stretches your creativity rather than shrinking it. Have fun at the SAS retreat, all who are going.
Your post reminds me of the quote "Art thrives on constraints and dies on freedom" which Fay, the heroine of Carol Shields' novel "the Republic of Love", has pinned up above her desk. It's Leonardo da Vinci originally I think.
Always thought it was a great quote. (And a great novel too!)
I love this. I think sometimes I can feel I have too many restrictions and I struggle against it. But actually, they are part of the dynamic energy of the creative process. Thanks for reminding me! But yes, I'd definitely love to have a bit more of the 'free' kind of writing time too. Lots to think about. Interesting and thought-provoking post!
In the advertising business, the creatives often talk of "the freedom of a tight brief" which is rather like the Carol Shields quote. Or maybe they have just bought their knickers a size too small and I'm over-analysing things!
As people who know me well will know, films come a very close second to books on my list of 'things I'd rather be doing'. I go to the cinema usually once a week and will also watch a couple on LoveFilm or on TV too.
Last week's cinema expedition was something different to the norm. I went to see Red State by Kevin Smith. When I say 'by' Kevin Smith, that's pretty much exactly what I mean - written by, directed by, distributed by...that Kevin Smith. Even the funding for the film was raised by Kevin Smith from private donors. Once the film was made, most of his marketing was done via podcasts, personal appearances and literally schleping the film from city to city - at least in the US. This film is more the vision of one person than any I've seen in the cinema outside a short film festival.
This kind of one-man-band of filmmaking is a close equivalent to serious self-publishing. Like buying a self-published book for cold hard cash, I went to a cinema, paid the standard fee, bought popcorn, watched ads and trailers and then saw a product that came to me pretty directly from the mind of its creator. It was free of influence of studios, focus groups, distributors etc. All the people who are usually accused of forcing directors to churn out guff like Final Destination 5 (my own personal title-stuffed-with-irony favourite). The publishing parallel to those people might be the bookchains who don't like a book's cover, or the marketing dept who don't like the main character's ethnicity. The people that are usually the subject of irate rants on writers' forums.
So, what was a 'self-published' film like? Well, quite good.
I had thought about posting the trailer here...but it's 18-rated and so it could get me into trouble. It's on YouTube if you want a look. In a nutshell, three boys get kidnapped by a family of fundamentalist Christians and are punished for their perceived sins. Like I say, it's an 18. In the hands of a studio it would probably have been a shlock-horror, perhaps with a bit of torture porn thrown in. In the hands of a single-voice director, it is something less polished, but also strangely satisfying. Kevin Smith actually has something to say and he uses the actors as mouthpieces for his idea. Admittedly, there are over-long speeches and it's disconcerting not to have a clear hero. But it was also very refreshing indeed.
Auteurs aren't new, of course. But for most of my cinema-going life, they've been the stuff of myth. I'm much more used to studio-productions. Just as I've been used to publisher-led fiction. I wonder, will we find that the self-publishing revolution that's taking place around us will lead to auteurs making their mark in our industry too?
2 Comments on Write the theme tune, sing the theme tune... - Elen Caldecott, last added: 10/10/2011
I've just watched the trailer and it is FRIGHTENING. I'd like to see the film, but would I have the stomach to watch it? I'm not sure, but I think I would give it a go. Without the backing of a major studio, life as a director has got to be as hard as that of a self-published writer. A few make it, the others struggle - and it's much more expensive to make a film than print books. Good luck to him!
This is really interesting. Have to confess I'm a big bag of pick 'n mix and a trashy mainstream film kind of girl, but I do love to hear about people - whether in books or movies or whatever - overcoming the big guys in the system to get their creative efforts out to the public. So good on him!
One of the troubles with sharing a blog with so many other lovely people is that you have to wait in line for your turn. There's no pushing in. So, a few weeks late, I'm going to tell you about my experience of the Carnegie Medal this year.
For those who don't know, the Carnegie is probably the most prestigious award given to a UK children's writer annually. The longlist is very long, but the shortlist is usually whittled down to about 6 or 8 books by a team of dedicated children's librarians.
This year I was invited to visit a school in Swansea to spend a few hours with their Carnegie Shadowing students - a group of book-mad Years 7-9 with lots of energy, enthusiasm and some very honest opinions! In advance of the visit, I had a lot of reading to do. The shortlist this year was:
Prisoner of the Inquisition by Theresa Breslin
The Death Defying Pepper Roux by Geraldine McCaughrean
Monsters of Men by Patrick Ness
The Bride’s Farewell by Meg Rosoff
White Crow by Marcus Sedgwick
Out of Shadows by Jason Wallace
I also promised the students that I would ask a few question of the authors on their behalf, more on that in a moment.
First we decided on our criteria for what made a good book. We had a huge list of everything from 'makes me laugh' and 'great cover' to 'inspiring characters' and 'feels like I'm there' (none of us could spell verisimilitude...).
Each student judged the books by choosing the three criteria that mattered most to them. Then, the discussion began...
It became clear quite quickly that despite saying that they didn't judge a book by it's cover, they all had. Very few of them had read all six books, and the cover had had a huge influence on what they'd selected to read. None of the boys had read Prisoner of the Inquisition (I told them what idiots they were being, as this was in my own personal top three). The size of the book mattered too. Hardly any had read Monsters of Men; some of the smaller Year 7 girls could hardly lift it.
Hearing from the authors influenced their opinions too. After hearing that Geraldine McCaughrean's favourite bit of her book was a transvestite sailor, the students snatched copies of the book from one another searching for La Duchesse. The favourite answer of all though was Marcus Sedgwick's laconic response to a question about the title: 'read the book.' It became our catchphrase for the day.
While we had a great time, it was clear that the challenging nature of almost all of the books had intimidated the students. I'm not sure there is a solution to that. The award is intended to reward excellence and excellence is challenging. A shorter shortlist, perhaps?
Finally we had to declare a winner. After the votes were counted, we found we didn't agree with the official result (sorry, Patrick). Our winner was Marcus Sedgwick with White Crow. Possibly because of that very sage piece of advice 'read the book'.
My daughter was part of the Carnegie reading team at her school and what she said confirms your comnets. Her favorite was 'Prisoner of the Inquisition' which she loved. She found the subject matter fascinating. She also really enjoyed 'White Crow' even though she admitted that it wasn't the sort of book that she would normally read. However, she didn't get on with 'Monsters of Men' and never finished it.
The whole excercise was really good though beacue it made her read books outside her comfort zone. Now I think I'm going to have to read some of them myself!
That's really interesting, and in a way makes a bit of a mockery of the process, doesn't it? If the kids shadowing the award don't read them all...how can they make an informed decision? Very interesting too what you say about many of the books being too complex for the kids involved.
I think it was the density really, Jo. They had all read a couple and really enjoyed them. And they weren't all the same couple, either. It was just that when the books were all lined up in a row, they were daunting. Especially for the year 7s. The librarian said she'd have liked more year 9, 10 and 11s, but that they didn't have as much spare time as the Year 7 and 8s to take part. Without the Carnegie shadowing, they wouldn't have read any of the books (probably). So it was worthwhile.
I spent an afternoon with a shadowing group, too - year nines. They too liked Prisoner of the Inquisition and White Crow, and hardly anyone had read Monsters of Men; but perhaps, like me, they hadn't read the first two books of the trilogy so to catch up was too daunting a task. Quite a few also praised Out of Shadows, which I hadn't read; it obviously had quite an impact on them.
I'm surprised Y9s didn't have time to read the books - it's not a busy year exam-wise (maybe Wales is different). Once they are in Y10/11/12/13 it's as though the school curriculum has been designed to make sure they have no time to read. This year I mentored a Y7 girl who'd fallen behind on her reading skills, and we started on Theresa Brelin's book - she loved it, even though she'd never read a historical novel before and had never heard of the Inquisition.
For quite a few schools, Year 9 is now an exam year, Keren: in fact, I've known some Year 10 pupils doing AS levels, although admittedly that was in a real 'push-em-hard-no-time-to-relax' grammar school. The same school, that is, that got rid of most of the books from the school library because the Head believed being faced with rows of books was off-putting for pupils, and besides, they could go to their local library if they 'just' wanted something to read!!
Linda - I'm not sure the Head of that grammar school should be head! I mean, a school library without books!! I went to a girls' grammar years ago and the library was fantastic - still is I believe as it's lucky to have the same school librarian! Out of Shadows is my personal fave of the shortlist. My teen son read it and loved it, and suddenly became very interested in history - a win win!
I wouldn't have thought either White Crow or Monsters of Men were remotely suitable for Year 7s! But it reminds me of being made to read Lord of the Flies in First Form (as we called it then. We all hated it: none of us understood it.
The Carnegie does seem to favour books for the most advanced readers, which is logical - after all, the shortlist is not picked by children, but by librarians, and reflects their taste accordingly.
The Kindle version of my books appeared one day on Amazon. This came as a surprise to me, as I didn't know that my publishers had decided to turn a contract clause into a real live ebook. I write for 8-12 year-olds, so I was sceptical about the value of ebooks(please read the whole post before throwning the rotten tomatoes of technophobia at me!). I awaited my first post-Kindle royalty statement with interest. Would I be the next Amanda Hocking? Well. No. In April, my statement told me that paper copies outsold ebook copies by a pretty substantial ratio (8000:1 in case you're interested).
Gratuitous picture of my ebook
Paper, it seems, still rules the school.
So, is there any point in bothering to make ebooks for younger readers available? There's a huge product surge taking place right now, not just in publisher produced ebooks, but self-published new works, or authors giving their out-of-print books a new lease of life through the technology. Katherine Roberts has a particularly useful series of posts on how she went about doing just that. Is this a bandwagon I should be on? Or should I stay on the fence and wave as it goes past like a northern Jenny Agutter?
I took a look at Amazon's Top 100 Paid children's ebooks last Sunday. It was - almost - wall to wall vampire novels. My suspicion is that even though these books might be classed as children's books, they are in fact being downloaded and read by young adults, or, you know, adult adults. However, that 'almost' is interesting. There were some books in the Top 100 that really were kids books, though probably downloaded by adults as a result of seeing a film or play-tie in (Rosemary Sutcliff and Michael Morpurgo). But once you'd got past those, there were one or two books that made me pause. Lady in the Tower by our own Marie-Louise Jensen was there. Lily Alone by Jacqueline Wilson. The H.I.V.E. series. Were these books being bought by adults? It seemed unlikely to me. So, are some children buying ebooks?
Last year, I had a conversation with my agent about the value of children's ebooks. Her feeling was that it's only a matter of time before the market takes off. There were a few barriers she saw to their success. First, the ereaders. Who would give an iPad to a nine year old? Well, the iPad2 is now out. Anyone who upgrades might as well give their redundant iPad1 to their children. I certainly saw it happen with smart phones. Gift-giving was another barrier, she suggested. Lots of books for 8-12s are bought by adults as gifts. You can't wrap an ebook. Will Amazon gift vouchers really do as a birthday present? Then there's actually making the purchase. Once, my 10-year-old brother bought a camper-van on ebay using my dad's credit card. That was a dark day in the Caldecott household. And a valuable lesson in why my dad should keep his credit card hidden in the back of his wardrobe (yes, Dad, we know where it is...) But a PayPal system for children would overcome that difficulty. Are the childr
15 Comments on Kids and Kindles by Elen Caldecott, last added: 5/10/2011
A factor in this must be the STILL very high price of Kindles. Children can't afford them. Parents are reluctant to spend so much on something that may be vulnerable in the hands of a child. Yet the evidence is that reluctant readers may read more if they had a Kindle.This is certainly happening amongst the IT literate 20+s who aren't good at organzing buying books, even via Amazon as they aren't good at recieivng post. (Not in during the day and in bed too late on a Sautrday to nip to the sorting office) It's so easy with a Kindle. You just download the next book. Avid readers are becoming even more avid. I think it will happen soon for the younger generation, actually. Another factor for younger children has to be the lack of colour. That is a lack I'm having diffculty understanding.
Keren - that's a good point, my agent said that Christmas presents might be a driving force, so that we'd see a rise in sales next Jan and the Jan beyond.
Frances - Hmmm. Many emails and a terrible ebay rating later, my dad was able to return it. Bad times...
Gill - I think colour ink is on its way, but to be honest, the kindle is limited. I think if it becomes an internet browser, or iPad3 uses eink so can be read outside, then we'll have the perfect reading temptation for everyone, not just reluctant readers.
My first Kindle is in the post even now. We've just about run out of book space, so I'm looking forward to reading books that don't have to find a place on a shelf afterwards. I'm also looking forward to catching up with some of my fellow childrens' authors. A mixture of reasons, and I guess it'll be the same with children. The lure of a real book - especially a picture book - will always be there. But nice for kids to keep a few downloaded books that they can read on long journeys or in waiting rooms. Is your dad still talking to your brother?
The one thing that has made me want to get a EReader for my school library is the availability of UK books without the enormous shipping costs. Still, my students prefer actual books, although there are a few who have their own EReaders. It will come eventually but widespread use will take some time.
This was interesting - I've found myself wondering the same thing myself, as I plod onwards with my own collection of short stories for kindling. But with or without a readership at the end, I'm finding it a wonderful way of working my way back into writing fiction again after a long break during which I've been writing non-fiction. Knowing that it WILL get published as an ebook is great incentive to keep at it.
I'm pretty sure that if e-readers had been around when I was a kid I would have saved and saved for one. I was a "super-reader", 16 books a week, minimum by the time I was about 9. Given the amount of free reading that can be downloaded I'd have been in hog heaven.
Ms Yingling - I still prefer paper books myself too. i think lots of children will. But the convenience of ebooks is thei biggest attraction, I think.
Madwippitt - Yes, the technology has broadened the chances for things like short story collections. And it's only a matter of time, I believe, under this IS a readership. Just maybe not this year.
Keren - it's the multifunctionality that will make the system attractive to younger readers too, I think. So reading on tablets, phones, DS and other gaming systems. I want a Kindle. But I want one I can browse the internet and make phone calls on!
Thank you for the mention, Elen! I do think at the moment it's mostly adults and older teens who buy e-books, but that is bound to change as Kindles become cheaper and trendier (i.e. colour).
I think the one big hurdle will be children not having the means to buy/download their own e-books - but adults can always buy for them in the same way they do from a shop at the moment, and download the titles straight to their child's Kindle.
I suggested to amazon (as part of my Kindle feedback) that they might provide some kind of credit facility for children and design a special children's store of "approved" titles where young readers can shop using this credit... I would have loved that as a child, a bit like being let loose in the library!
As for whether you should take any notice, have you tried reverting any of your out-of-print rights recently? Books that are not available in print will sell as e-books. Publishers know this, or why else are they hanging on to rights like grim death?
Katherine - no worries about the mention, I really enjoyed reading your series! I haven't any reverted rights to use, so it would be for original work that hasn't yet found a traditional home. It's an area I'll be watching closely, for sure. And I love your idea about a child-friendly Amazon. It would be so easy to top up a child's account for birthdays or whatever and let them loose in a virtual bookshop.
You can easily enough set up credit for a child on Amazon or the iTunes store - people just need to be encouraged to do it. And kids can read Kindle books on their phones (not just iPhones) - again they simply need to know, and want to. Amazon is not promoted the knowledge that you can read Kindles without a Kindle, of course. Why would they?
Last year when I began my latest book I realised it would require research. It has historical elements that, in Bristol at least, are controversial. Actually, 'controversial' doesn't in any way cover it. The novel has, at its heart, a painting of a boy who was brought to England from the West Indies. He may, or may not be a slave. And I don't mean that in a 'the-author-knows-but-wants-to-leave-the-readers-guessing' way. I mean literally, there was a period in the late 18th, early 19th century when the status of slaves brought into England was a legal unknown. Judges made half-hearted rulings that got ignored anyway, each of them hoping some other case would set the precedent. As you can imagine, with such heart-wrenching material, I want to get as near to accurate as is possible with this story.
So, I went to the library.
At the time, I lived in Knowle. For those who don't know Bristol, Knowle is, well, rough as a badger's brillos. The library is in a shopping centre that is mostly pound shops, cheque-cashing shops and empty shops. The empty shops are particularly brilliant, they are boarded up with hoardings showing pictures of thin, vaguely Italian-looking women shopping with their NorthSouth bags. The nearest we get to that is thin, vaguely Italian-looking pizzas two-for-a-pound in Iceland bags. I wasn't holding out much hope as I went to research the finer points of the international slave trade. I was an idiot. The library played a blinder. As soon as I explained what I wanted the librarian went to their small non-fiction section and gave me the auto-biography of an 18th century slave who visited England,: The Interesting Narrative of the Life of Olaudah Equiano. She also produced a biography of a slave who lived much of his life in Bristol, Pero, The Life of a Slave in 18th century Bristol. There was also a general history of British ports and their role in the slave trade. These books were exactly what I needed.
At that time, I thought, wow, isn't it amazing that my tiny, local library should have three books on their shelves that are perfect for starting my research. Of course, the references and bibliographies of these books suggested more books for wider reading. I was able to order most of them from the Libraries West database for delivery within a week. To my local library.
Then, it occured to me that no, it wasn't that amazing; it's what libraries are for, to serve the interests of their local community. Bristol's relationship with the triangular trade is a huge and difficult part of the city's psyche. It is only to be expected that Bristol's inhabitants will want to learn about it. The library service buys accordingly and makes sure the people of Bristol have good access.
So, when half the libraries in the country are gone, and the ones that are left have a freeze on book-buying, and the librarians have all been replaced by work experience kids, how exactly will they serve their communities? Just wo
9 Comments on Being Served - Elen Caldecott, last added: 1/18/2011
Last week one of the local library staff told me, quite casually, "Of course if we have to stop buying books altogether there is always the internet." Our local libraries network is cutting back drastically on new material and telling people who want to research topics to "use the internet". It is seen as a substitute but the reality is that it is not and I doubt it ever can be. I certainly have no idea how to have multiple research volumes open on the screen at the same time! I support your efforts to keep your local libraries in the strongest possible terms.
Yes, I think it was Charlie who said this week 'wikipedia is a great place to start your research but a terrible place to end it.' Of the books that I loaned that day, I ended up buying my own copy of Equiano's autobiography for about £6. The book on Pero is also reasonably priced, but the history is £26 in paperback, £70 hardback. And only Equiano's books has been published as an ebook. So, if it hadn't been for the library I would either have had to spend a load of money, or had to rely on the superficial history on the internet.
One of the difficulties of the internet (which in every other way I think is wonderful) is that it has degraded the quality of our research. In particular children are losing the experience of researching by seeking out sources, and crucially, judging their reliability. I was asked to judge a school competition a few years ago and the number of children who had simply printed pages off the internet, without relevance or understanding, was quite astonishing. Libraries are places to learn to follow a trail. To catch a glimpse of an idea in one book and chase it down as it races through other volumes. I'm not against internet research but eventually you have to immerse yourself in genuine sources, whether first hand accounts or professional summaries. The internet offers too many amateur views with no way of differentiating for accuracy or quality, and many children seem not to realise this. Our libraries are crucial in helping to develop independent research skills in kids. hunting in a library is one of the first steps in thinking for yourself.
Excellent example of why we need to retain and support our libraries. Real books and highly trained, professional librarians are more essential than ever in an age of technological revolution where we are flooded with information, none of it sifted or evaluated online. If we lose this resource, we won't get it back.
Just as worrying, school libraries are under threat and, as in this example, it's children and adults without access to books in the home who will suffer most. Closing libraries, or turning them into internet cafes, is one of the most socially regressive things a government can do.
So glad to hear you are being served, Elen. Lovely post. Have you read Andrea Levy's The Long Song? It's about the ambiguous status of slaves in Caribbean even after so-called emancipation. It's a great book and won't feel like homework at all.
I was very surprised at the state of UK libraries when I visited London and Ireland. I thought that they would be much better than the libraries in the US. Many of the libraries I visited were very small, but the young adult sections in all of them were very poorly stocked. I hope that UK librarians are working on advocacy to at least keep what is already there!
About five years ago, I had lunch in a Italian chain restaurant in an out-of-town retail park. It was an unlovely place for a conversation that would change the course of my life. The pasta was dry and the service was slapstick. But at least I wasn't paying; the meal was on the company. At the time, I worked for a national chain. The purpose of the lunch was to Discuss My Future. Like all big companies, the chain had a staff development programme, where training would be given to anyone seeking promotion. I had completed all the training I could do at my branch. If I wanted to go further, I would have to move around the country doing internships at other branches. So, my manager and I went for lunch.
I had two very different choices in front of me. I could stay in the company, travel, meet new people and eventually have my own branch, maybe my own region to look after. Or, I could take myself seriously as an artist. I could stop messing around with stories and I could apply myself to a dream. As I ate my chewy penne, I imagined those two futures. In the first, I had a clear line of progression, interesting work, a pension plan, regular pay rises. With the second, I had no guarantee of any money, no pension, no security, but it had a siren song. I couldn't choose both; I knew that to succeed, I needed to be committed. If I attempted both, I'd do neither well. I swallowed my food, and it wasn't just the fact that it was barely edible that made it stick in my throat. I was about to take a huge risk that might backfire horribly. I declined my manager's offer. Two weeks later, I applied to do an MA in Creative Writing for Young People.
The reason that I'm writing about this is because artists are having to think long and hard about their choices at the moment and I am no exception. What kind of life would I have now if I had agreed to his offer? I might own a house, I might have a fashionable hairdo, I might take foreign holidays, I wouldn't be so worried about what will happen to me when I'm old. However, I suspect that I would also be living with regret; no matter how well I succeeded in business, I wouldn't have been doing the thing I loved.
Artists, writers and creative thinkers have to take risks. Simply by persuing those professions we are taking a risk. The arts landscape at the moment makes this situation even more precarious. But, for me, that makes my decision all the more valid. I love my job, I love books and I love reading. They are worth making sacrifices for. These are the things that stir passions.
At the time (and at points since), not everyone has understood my decision. Some have thought it foolhardy or short-sighted. Maybe it was. But it isn't a decision I can regret.
11 Comments on Risks and Regrets - Elen Caldecott, last added: 12/9/2010
I did something similar. I do not regret doing it because, in the end, it was the only decision I could live with - but that has not stopped me thinking that it would have been nice to have had a "proper job" that had some financial security! Is it possible not to regret and regret at the same time?
What an interesting post, Ellen, and it sounds like you made the right decision for you, which is what matters. Although you felt that 'I couldn't do both,' for me and lots of other writers doing both is a perfectly workable option. Perhaps it depends on where you are in life and what commitments you already have. I started writing in my mid-thirties and already had the job, the mortgage, the husband and the kids, so any decision to give up the day job would have had rather drastic implications for them. I'm still doing both, fitting my writing around my day job and it's going pretty well. I don't think there's one route that's right for writers. You can do an MA, or you can go to evening classes or writing groups or you can just do your own thing in your spare time. It's a question of finding what's works for you.
Oh Rachel, I still have the day job! I didn't mean to imply that I was finanically skipping through daisies with my writing. No, I meant that if I was going to be a corporate high flyer then I would have needed to be totally committed to that. I would have had to be totally flexible with where and when I worked, doing whatever hours were needed. I couldn't have combined that with a fledgling career as a writer. I do admire anyone who can though!
Ah, I see now. I've never had that particular decision to make! I'm lucky that my day job is for my local Council, which has been great for combining work with parenthood and is now great for combining work with parenthood with writing.
I'm glad you were able to make your choice at the right time for you - as well as being slightly envious of the M.A. (Agree with Sue re hair, by the way!)
Ha! Yes, I was lucky to have a very supportive partner who didn't mind me chucking a career away on little more than a whim. As for the hair... a cut is a good three months overdue. Bird's nest.
Well, I'm really glad you made that choice, or we may never have had the pleasure of your books. I too have taken the plunge, and I've taken some time out from work to write, although I admit I paid off the mortgage first. It's still scary, though, and occasionally I look wistfully at my peers and family when they jet off on fabulous holidays or pay the grocery bills without shuddering. I think what finally decided me was a vision of myself at the end of my life (cheery, much?) looking back. Would I be proud of the choices I'd made, or not?
Oh Elen, I so absolutely empathise with this post. The thing is to do what you do whole-heartedly. If you take the risk, don't paddle in with longing glances back at the safe sunbathers on the shore. Dive right in and start making friends with the sharks!
I was charmed and delighted when the Bookwitch reviewed How Ali Ferguson Saved Houdini. She compared it to Enid Blyton, but much better written. I loved the review, but this comment has stayed with me. Is Enid really that bad?
I am sure that we all watched Enid, the BBC4 dramatisation of her life. I watched in shock as a Helena Bonham Carter turned a childhood hero into a monster. Apparently, she was self-absorbed, manipulative and borderline abusive towards her own children. But the critical-rot for Blyton set in much earlier than this drama. For years, she has been dismissed as a writer; not simply for her archaic attitudes (it is always the 'swarthy' character that has to be watched in the Famous Five), but also because of her carbon copy plots, her 2D characters, her wilful use of adverbs.
Even in the 1980s, when I was a child, some of my friends weren't allowed to read her. These same friends were also subjected to such outlandish things as soya milk and yoga, so in my eight-year-old eyes they were already to be pitied. But to be deprived of Enid Blyton seemed especially cruel, because for me, Enid Blyton was so much more than a writer. She was a haven. There were days when I desperately needed to hide and I hid inside my collection of Blytons.
Don't worry, this post isn't the opening of a misery memoir. Rather, I'd like to consider what it was about these critically trashed books that made them so powerful.
I knew that the Famous Five and the Five Find-Outers and the Secret Seven and the 'of Adventure' lot were all the same characters but with different names. I knew that. But I didn't care. In fact, the very opposite. I was glad to see them again in their different incarnations.
And I knew that Malory Towers and St Claire's weren't real (although that didn't stop me demanding a detour when, on a family holiday in South Wales, I misread a signpost). But despite the fact that I knew it was fiction, I had such a yearning to be part of the stable, unchanging world of lacrosse and midnight feasts and the upper fourth. It didn't matter that I couldn't tell a lacrosse stick from a liquorice stick. These girls were my friends. I loved that their characters didn't change, that there wasn't an emotional journey in sight.
I guess I'm saying that Enid Blyton's faults were the things that I loved - the unchanging, predictable world of a middle-class country I had never known.
It is telling, I think, that in the 9-12 section of my local Waterstones, Enid Blyton still takes up the most shelf space - yes, Michael Morpurgo has a fair spread and Jacqueline Wilson does even better. But Blyton is still Queen. Kids still need stories they can rely on.
Recently I read Ali Sparkes' Frozen in Time. It is a deliberate and well-observed homage to the Famous Five. I enjoyed reading it very much. I was so pleased to
13 Comments on My Enid - by Elen Caldecott, last added: 11/4/2010
Quite right, Elen, Blyton should never be dismissed as a mere jobbing writer (although she was an incredibly prolific and efficient author). In academia, her status in the world of children's literature has been carefully re-evaluated by David Rudd, amongst others. Check out his Enid Blyton and the Mystery of Children's Literature http://www.palgrave.com/products/title.aspx?is=0333747186
Too right - children want to escape into books and have implausible, even impossible, adventures just as much as we do. Grown-ups know there must be ugly people, and women over 30, in Miami, for example, but if you watch CSI . . . Like you I longed to join that middle-class world of schools and freedom, and unless a book completely messed up the plot, I was would read anything that was a ticket there.
Too right - children want to escape into books and have implausible, even impossible, adventures just as much as we do. Grown-ups know there must be ugly people, and women over 30, in Miami, for example, but if you watch CSI . . . Like you I longed to join that middle-class world of schools and freedom, and unless a book completely messed up the plot, I was would read anything that was a ticket there.
Enid Blyton was an impoortant stage for me - the Noddy books first, and later the Famous Five. My favourite was Shadow the Sheepdog. My children all liked her books too. I think you're absolutely right - we all need to go off on an adventure sometimes, to be in jeopardy but be sure we'll soon be out of it by our own efforts - and to have lashings of ginger beer, thick slices of ham, fruit cake, and a delicious apple pie with dollops of cream...
I remember waiting for the streetlights to go off in the mornings... the signal I could put on my own bedside light and read Noddy. I remember countless nights of reading Secret Seven and then the Famous Five books snuggled up in a bunk-bed on a train en route to visit cousins in the then Rhodesia. What kept me reading so earnestly? A jolly good adventure I think... and longing to be like them. I wonder if future generations will condemn JK Rowling for writing the Harry Potter books?
Yes, I adored Enid Blyton! My big ambition when I was 7 or 8 was to own all 21 Famous Fives, and when I had painstakingly collected them I read them till they fell apart. I desperately wanted to BE them (especially George). I firmly believed there were secret tunnels in our house that I just hadn't found yet.
And Shadow the Sheepdog - yes, that was fabulous, and I must get a copy for my dog-mad daughter... because my kids love Enid Blyton too, despite being clued-up little modernists with a Mario-Bros fixation. Enid B is too easily dismissed, but the books just work.
Oh, good, I'm not the only one. We had Blyton in the house - my brother read FF but I thought they were dreadfully boring, exceptionally, since I was a kid who read everything, I couldn't finish one of her books - except for the Faraway Tree, which I did really really enjoy. Must look at it some time and see why. But I do think it was at least partly because of the illustrations, which I still remember. I read Noddy and Big-Ears and found them dull, too. I started by writing: Maybe there's something wrong with me. But maybe not. Genuine childhood Blyton non-fans, stand up and be counted!!
I read my way through Blyton too - finished when I was about six or seven and have not looked at one since. I really must find one and look at it again! It was a very long time ago. As children have the same need to escape as adults why should they be deprived of writers like Blyton?
Spot on Elen. Enid turned me into an avid reader and I will always love her for that. I read her to my children and they read her to theirs. When I die I'm going to live in the Faraway Tree and take trips in the Wishing Chair :-)
I need to point out that I loved Blyton, too. That's presumably why Ali and his pals suited me just fine. I think I meant that Elen managed to write a famous Five adventure using normal words and normal sentence structure and having a story set in a place many children must recognise, rather than the exotic Kirrin Island. Most authors that I admire seem to have a past with Blyton in it. Even hardboiled crimewriters, and they are not ashamed to admit Blyton's importance.
It is early on Sunday evening. I know I have to write this post, but this afternoon I bought a copy of Charlie Higson's The Dead and I just can't stop reading. I am over halfway through and I know I will finish it tonight. I am sure you all know exactly what it is like; I've been telling myself 'just one more chapter' for at least an hour. The book has sucked me in and everything else - eating, walking the dog, blog posts - is an annoying duty.
This is because I love to read. But more especially, I love to read children's books. I had thought that this was normal. However, recently I met a successful children's author who told me that she practically never reads children's books. I was pretty astonished, but the conversation was cut short and I wasn't able to thrust books into her hands while imploring 'read this, and this, and you have to read this.'
Aspiring children's writers are often told that they must read widely in the genre. The purpose of this is to give them an understanding of the marketplace. It's great advice, but it isn't why I read children's books. I read them for three main reasons: entertainment, support and inspiration.
Children's books are entertaining because their authors can go on elaborate flights of fancy (yesterday I read Mortal Engines) but they have to do so within a tight word count. This means that each word has to be chosen with the kind of precision that would make a haiku writer look sloppy. It is this breadth of vision coupled with the constraints of form that makes children's literature so vibrant, in my opinion.
I also read children's books because they are written by my colleagues: people I meet online, at events, at conferences and festivals. Like any other professional who takes their work seriously, I want to know who's doing what in my field. Not because they are competition, but because I love my work.
Finally, other children's writers are an inspiration to me. When I read their work and see what's possible, I feel a real burst of enthusiasm. Of course, there are also the moments of doubt where I think 'I can never write anything as good as this', but it gives me the impetus to at least try. To me, reading a Carnegie Medal winner is like a painter going to the BP Portrait Awards, or a musician listening to Mercury Prizewinners. It sets the benchmark and encourages them to aim higher with their own work.
This is, of course, a roundabout way for me to say that I can't write a blog post, I've got a brilliant book to get back to.
Oh, no! Yet another British book that is not available in the US. I'm starting to wonder if E Readers might be the way to go for those of us who get started on a series only to find we can't get all the books!
Completely agree, Elen. Children's literature is utterly absorbing, and I read it even when I know I should be doing other things. There's too much good stuff, and long may that last!
Absolutely with you, Elen. I once cornered Keith Gray at a party and demanded he return the several hours sleep he'd cost me by writing a book (Malarkey) so compulsive I literally could not get to sleep until I'd finished it.
I had tried putting it down and turning the light out at about 1.15am, a little over the half-way point, but I just lay awake for several minutes, heart pounding, brain racing, and eyes refusing to shut, until I gave in, turned the light back on, and carried on reading.
I have Vanessa Robertson and Nicola Morgan to thank for finding ABBA - and this post alone is reason to be thankful. Yes, I find out about books I might not otherwise read but it is the enthusiasm for those books that constantly reminds me of why I love to read - from picture books up!
I am horrified at the idea of a children's writer who doesn't read children's books! Yikes! I don't get enough time for reading but one reason I run a children's book group is to keep me up to speed with what's happening out there - and, of course, for all the reasons above stated, so that I get to enjoy some fantastic children's books. Am currently reading the 3rd in The Hunger Games trilogy - not as good as the first two but I'm still thrilled to be reading it and being challenged by it both intellectually and creatively. Not keeping up with what's going on in this field of my work seems as culpable as any other type of ducking out of professional development - and the great thing about this sort is it's fun!!!
Wednesday afternoons, throughout the eighties, meant only one thing to me: Comic Day. My Gran would buy the current issue of my latest addiction and a Wispa. I would devour the comic; she, the Wispa. It was one of the happiest hours of the week (she used to slice the Wispa like a loaf of bread to make it last longer).
The object of my addiction changed with age, but the love of illustrated stories remained the same. I began with Twinkle (a name which sounds unfortunately euphemistic to my ears now); I moved through Bunty, Mandy and Jackie. Finally, with Just Seventeen, I gave it all up for proper books and Wednesdays were sadder for it.
I recently got hold of the Mandy annual for the year I was born (1976, just in case you all want to do some quick maths). A lot has changed. It was like opening a writing time-capsule. Right from the very first page, I realised my own past really has become a different country.
Take a look at this beach scene in the endpapers. All the kids are white. It looks like the BNP have taken up art direction. Even my little corner of North Wales wasn’t the monoculture depicted here. The only black character in the whole annual is a visiting American Jazz singer, playing her gran’pappy’s lucky piano. In fact, even when you’d expect to see a non-white character - for example, Valda, the Asian demi-god - you don’t. Valda (the one leaping the ravine in the picture below) lives in the Himalayas, but she looks more like she lives in Halifax.
There’s also a slightly disquieting theme which occurs again and again in different stories – girls taking responsibility for others: sick animals, small children, waifs, strays and incompetent boys. This is best illustrated by the Victorian girl with a broken leg who’s first concern is keeping the littlies out of the poorhouse. You’ve got a broken leg, woman, and it’s 1860, worry about sepsis, not siblings!
There were a few more gun-ho characters that tempered this girliness. I particularly enjoyed Fay Fearless ploughing through the bad-guys with her long-jump skills.
And Fay wasn’t the only thing I quite admired. Take another look at that beach. There’s not an adult in sight, no parents, no teachers, no lifeguards. And those kids are building a fire that’s almost as big as they are. Personally, I’m also a fan of the dog roaming around on the sand, which they aren’t allowed to do round these parts in summer. Now, I’m sure that without sunhats and suncream those children on the beach will spend the night blistered and crying; but there is something quite appealing about the freed
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Blimey - I didn't even notice that, Charlie! Maybe the illustrator just liked drawing legs? Lynda - I loved Bunty too; was the Four Marys one of Bunty's? I remember I liked it but can't remember what it was about!
I'm the generation before Bunty - my comics were Girl and School Friend. They came on Wednesday mornings with the paper delivery - loved them. Girl was very worthy, but a good read. School Friend rather more downmarket. The Adventures of the Silent Three were on the cover - they went round in hoods (early hoodies) righting wrongs. That story contained my favourite line from a comic 'Secret societies are banned at St Kit's!' I bought a modern girls' comic the other day- no stories, just celeb gossip and fashion - all for 10-12 year olds.
Good heavens, I remember the Four Marys. And the Silent Three! Don't you just love all that stuff though - the flashing light on the headland, the teacher who's really a spy, the half-sawn-through hockeystick?
Interesting posts and observations. I was a child Not Allowed comics - not totally sure why and one didn't ask - although somewhere in there were the ideas that comics were a) "common" and b) not for children who could read. (My dyslexic brother was allowed comics.) Needless to say, I adored the occasional piles of comics that came to me from my older girl cousin, in which I glimpsed those various heroines - such as the Four Mary's - in disjointed fragments of adventures. As these comics came from a relatives home. they could not be "dirty" like the piles of comics I once carried home from the Brownies jumble sale. But the fear of catching some infection was even raised about library books at one time,I believe.
I have heard from two different people this week that reading is in decline. One was a friend on a writing forum who just had a feeling he was right. The second was in the Guardian, so I took it slightly more seriously... for about two seconds.
The theory is, that there are so many other forms of entertainment these days, the internet, video games, text messages, Sky plus boxes, bionic arms... that there’s no time left for books. We are all assaulted from every direction by things that yearn to amuse us. Our time is no longer our own and that like-it-or-not we will find ourselves playing Resident Evil 4 for three hours a night before switching on Celebrity Come Dining on Ice. The world has gone to hell in an electronic handcart.
But, it’s not true, is it? For a number of reasons.
First of all, I’m not convinced that there ever was a time when we spent all our leisure time reading. Yes, sure, maybe some Victorian families read to each other after dinner, but only the ones who weren’t working shifts down in the cotton mines. Certainly, when I was growing up in the 1980s in Wales, the idea that we should sit down and read aloud to each other after a meal would have been met with disbelief, then laughter. After all, Coronation Street was on.
And, even if we did have leisure time for reading, I’m not sure how many people read for fun. My guess is that it has always been a minority interest. I was definitely the only one in my junior school who did. Admittedly, it was a very small school; there were 10 people in my year. So, 10% of us (me) read for fun; All the other kids had BMXs and He-man figures and Mr Frostys and there was one wondrous day when even I put down my book because Hayley got a ZX-Spectrum and we could play Space Invaders. I never saw anyone else in my street read anything other than the Beano for fun.
Finally, most crucially, just because we have Facebook and Avatar and iPads doesn’t mean you have to surround yourself with them. If you want to read a book, well, what’s stopping you? The digital world isn’t being beamed onto the back of our eyeballs just yet! As another of my favourites shows from the 80s said, ‘why don’t you just switch off your TV set and go out and do something less boring instead?’
Having grown up in the 'cotton mines' (and still laboring therein) I read. That said, I agree it is a minority activity. Not sure if this results from lack of education or just 'different strokes for different folks'.
It has been said that the art of conversation is learning to listen. Similarly, the art of reading is imagination. Readers don't come to the process empty-handed (empty minded?) Serious readers always bring something - it's a partnership between author and reader. Some people have nothing to offer. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
Children need to be shown the joy of reading and sadly this no longer happens in primary schools.
When I was at school I loved the story at the end of the afternoon. I can still remember many of the books that were read to us. It always sent me rushing to the library to get them out and read them for myself. How can educators justify their present use of novels? Teachers must use extracts for grammar, vocab and various other exercises. The children never hear the entire story or have the desire to read it for themselves because they've rung the extract dry and it no longer has a fascination for them.
It's time teachers rebelled and started reading whole novels to their classes once. Let's show children how much fun reading can be.
Sorry to comment again but I've just been told by some Twitter friends that novels are once again being read in schools. Will be interested to see if children coming through the system now have any greater love of novels than when I was a teacher (about 10 yrs ago) and told there was not time for novel reading.
Nobody in our family ever read aloud to each other, since I was quite small and had piccy books read to me. Usually my mother - cup of staggeringly strong coffee in hand - was reading whatever she was studying herself to death with at the time, my grandmother was reading her Catholic prayerbook through a pair of NHS specs held together by a safety pin,my brother and I were reading novels ranging from Swallows and Amazons to Candide. I can't remember what my father was reading. The only time anyone read aloud was when Phil got adolescent and started to read Freud and then read that aloud, proposing analytic explanations for various of my father's behaviours, thus eliciting the desired outrage and blazing row, which caused my grandmother to get down on her knees and pray, which was as peace-making as throwing fat on a fire. That was when we lived in Kendal and had no central heating. When we moved to Nottingham and Phil and I had heated bedrooms we decamped there to read to ourselves. I always favoured eating apples while reading, which rather hampers the reading-aloud..
Despite the all too frequent wailing over the demise of books and reading it hasn't happened yet and I don't think it will.
Despite all the other distractions, disappearing into a book is one of the simple pleasures in life that crosses all boundaries.
With books of so many varieties they appeal to pretty much everyone. There are secret readers and those who shout about books from the rooftops. Whether they enjoy picture books or heavy tomes, audio books, ebooks, large print or Braille versions, books bought in bookshops,supermarkets, online or borrowed from the library, or from friends, fiction, non fiction, graphic novels and coffee table books. There is a book out there for pretty much everyone and new readers being born every day.
Don't you just wish the people who keep moaning about the death of books or reading would spend more time celebrating their amazing variety and popularity instead.
And I don't think we should underestimate the tactile attraction of a book. I'm not anti-iPad or Kindle, far from it, but the feel of a new book in your hands is something you can't replicate. Crisp new pages and a shiny uncreased cover: what's not to like? Even when it's Martine McCutcheon or Katie Price I like the actual physical design of it. And then the softening and the smell of it as it gets older, and the creases where you marked a chapter last time you read it (I know, I know, I'm going to hell)...
When I was quitting smoking I remember being told that one thing I would miss unexpectedly would be the feel of the packet. It's so perfectly designed and that was intentional; it fits so beautifully in your hand; you flick up the lid and close it and it feels so satisfying. (Note: don't try this at home and it's not worth taking it up for the feel of the packet, OK...)
A book is the same. It's got a perfect, comforting design (and you can take it to read in the bath). Since books don't give you lung cancer (unless you smoke them), I can't imagine that tactile deliciousness will ever lose its appeal.
My mother trained as a librarian so a love of books and reading was probably in my DNA.
It was further encouraged by fortnightly trips to our local library where I would happily lose myself for an hour before picking the maximum number of books allowed and pouring over them as soon as we got home. I learnt so much from these childhood trips and feel a bit sad for any child who doesn't have the chance or the desire to explore new worlds in this way.
Mum's house is still an absolute treasure-trove of books (all perfectly shelved of course) and so is mine (albeit with a more ramshackle approach to classification) yet her sister won't have books in her house because they look messy and my brother reads nothing but rugby magazines.
Maybe that DNA theory doesn't hold water after all :-)but there are still enough of us who are passionate about the printed word to avoid extinction for now!
Don’t worry, though the title of this post might sound like the denouement of a Mills and Boon, there will be no ripping of bodices here. And no besuited gentlemen writhing in ponds. No. The chemistry I’m thinking about are the little atoms of ideas that strike me regularly. Each of which gets scribbled in my notebook. I’m sure most writers carry one or, failing a proper notebook, a handbag full of bus tickets written all over with a blunt eyeliner (or the male equivalent!). My notebook (that's it on the right) says things like:
‘Punkin Chuckers is an annual US pumpkin flinging contest.’
‘A word is a semi-autonomous virtual machine.’
‘I like marmalade and clean sheets.’
‘The owl and the pussycat eyed each other warily.’
The notebook records thoughts, overheard gems and random nonsense. Each of these is a separate, discrete element, set apart from each other like atoms on the Periodic Table. Alone, they do nothing very much; they're no more than a bit of hydrogen, a drop of carbon, a dash of oxygen.
However, given time, something miraculous might happen. I like to think that my notebook is a kind of ancient swamp – the primordial soup – and that the ideas in it might just come together to create a living, breathing story. A narrative abiogenesis. I just have to fill the book up with enough interesting chemistry and, with luck, the biology will follow.
So, since submitting my last novel before Christmas, I have been spending a lot of my time filling the notebook. I spent a couple of hours looking at religious paintings; I saw the finalists in the wildlife photographer of the year competition and visited an abandoned shop which now hosts local artists’ shows. I’ve been reading fiction and non-fiction. I’ve been stealing ideas and dropping them into the swamp.
On the 1st February, I will sit down to begin something new. I’m not sure what it will be yet. I’m hoping that the notebook has been getting jostled and shaken and heated and when I open it on that day, something exciting will spring out. Or, of course, grey sludge might dribble onto my keyboard. There’s no way to know when just the right ideas will meet, so until then, I’m out in the world, scribbling in my notebook. Or on the back of a receipt if I’ve brought the wrong handbag.
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It's another form of hoarding isn't it? I also have lots of clippings from papers and magazines which intrigue me ... my favourite is one about the sword makers secret recipe for Damascus steel ... it's been in my folder for nearly 25 years now but I just know I'm going to find a use for it one day!
In my young & single days I spent a lot of hours in coffeehouses and restaurants, mostly writing poetry and drinking cognac. I filled more than one notebook with overheard conversions. My favorite was "I like balconies more than the French." I'm still trying to figure out what she meant by that.
I'm always gathering snippets for my notebook. Sometimes it's a snatched line from a dream. They're the weirdest when it comes to rereading weeks later. Good luck on February 1st and if you really think it'll be a grey sludge writing day then start the day before and catch your creative juices by surprise.
Hah! You may well have something there, Rosalind! I hope the steel recipe finds its place one day, madwippet. Steeleweed, I like to think it was a list of top five favourite things that went: 1. Balconies 2. Chocolate 3. The French 4. Haystacks 5. Koalas
Anyone with a Facebook account will know how clip-happy we have become. If it’s cats hitting gates, or angry chipmunks, or boys doing Star Wars, soon enough the clip will be twice around the world, forwarded and linked to thousands of times.
Publishers and authors have tried for a long time now to make use of this phenomenon with book trailers. There are expensive-looking ones, presumably funded by publishing companies:
and simple, lo-fi ones made by fans:
There is, of course, a whole spectrum in between. I’ve become interested in the phenomenon of book trailers recently, mostly because I’ve been spending time with lots of short film makers (at a festival called Encounters) and the idea of doing something collaborative in another art form appeals to me. I like the idea that I could write a script and other people would get involved and make it happen (something our Sally knows all about, in case you missed her recent post). Not that I’ve come even close to doing anything about it yet.
One thing I have noticed is that most of the book trailers die a quick death. Why? I think it’s because their function is at odds with the way people actually work. What I mean is, they are produced to advertise books. But, people don’t want book adverts. They want to be entertained. Of course, they don’t mind being sold a product if they’re being entertained at the same time, but no-one is going to link to or forward a straight advert.
So what makes a good book trailer? Well, from my limited research so far, they either have to be really clever, or really dumb. Here are a couple that have gone viral; you can decide for yourself which is which:
So can I write a script that’s really clever or really dumb and get people to want to film in it or act in it? I have no idea, but I am very tempted to give it a go. And, for those who haven’t had quite enough cats hitting gates in their lives, here’s one for you:
I think there's another reason for making a film for utube. It's not just about promoting the book but promoting the writer. I get emails from teens who read my books and I always send them the link to my utube film of THE DEAD BOOK. It's a kind of 'extra' like in the DVD package you buy of a show your like. If I love something, like THE WIRE say, then i love to see the people who made it talking about it. It's just more of your window dressing.
Brilliant post, Elen. It's particularly good timing after Sarah's yesterday. The whole trailer phenomenon seems to be another stinging curve in the vicious circle - the wildly expensive trailers begin to look like rewards for the writers who are already wildly successful. You and I both saw Malorie Blackman's and Charlie Higson's trailers at the Bath Festival. The effect, to me, was that the amazing trailers somehow gold-plated the already glittering reputations of the writers. The children watched, open-mouthed. As did the adults, though possibly for different reasons. And it was interesting that the trailers were usually shown before the writers began to speak.
Trailer-envy seems destined to become a heavy corner of the author's low self-esteem baggage. What to do? You're brave to tackle it head-on, Elen and Anne and Fiona, instead of whimpering in a corner. All the luck in the world! Hope you go viral! Hope Swine Flu is less contagious than your trailers! Keep us posted.
Hi Michelle, I had been thinking of using the Noughts and Crosses trailer, but I couldn't find it anywhere! What I did find was fan-made films of the book using free animation software, which I thought was very interesting! I hadn't really thought of trailers as a reward from publishers. I am just quite into the idea of doing something creative, with a GROUP of people, rather than by myself, which is the norm. I just met lots of interesting short filmmakers and got fired up with enthusiasm. Plenty of them make films on an absolute shoestring! It maybe even makes them more inventive.
Ellen together with Sarah Molloy you've started a whole fresh swathe of things for me to feel guilty about. How many book trailers have I done? A big round 0! Yet in my heart I'm a frustrated film-maker. I love going to 'shorts' screenings and animation film festivals and did an animation course once but it's all 'one day' stuff. Now you've reminded me again what fun it would be. Why don't you run an SAS Book Trailer day/days where we all get to play a bit?
Dianne - it wasn't the mispelled name that almost made my wine come out of my nose!! It was the idea that I know anything like enough about the subject to run a day on it! If (and maybe when) I do do it, I will be going to the film makers I've met very much as a noobie with my knowledge-cap in hand!
Good post Elen, and couldn't agree more that the power of the viral video cannot be underestimated. But I don't think this should be seen as something to feel guilty about;people like Charlie Higson (wa-a-ay too long, that video, by the way) get production teams; the rest of us don't, and it's OK just to sit in front of the camera and talk, like John Green does (eg http://www.youtube.com/vlogbrothers#p/search/3/rMweXVWB918 ) as long as you can be entertaining. Not something that comes naturally to all of us of course, but let's face it, we get plenty of practice if we do school visits. If anything is going to hone your public speaking skills, that will! (my own video, if you haven't seen it, can be found here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RklBCiKnxcQ ).
Book covers. We all judge by them. And so we should; the sales and marketing and art departments of publishing companies want you to judge the contents based on the packaging. They’ve put good money into it.
You can tell the genre of the book simply by the font, in many cases. Pink and swirly? One for the ladies, perhaps to read with a frappachino in a pair of knock-off Manolos. Gold and Bold? One for Dad at Christmas, especially if it has ‘Eagle’ or ‘Force’ or ‘Bravo’ in the title.
The images too will plonk a book right in the middle of a demographic. Black and white photo of a young child? Middle-ages ladies who like a good cry. A red flower on a black background? Teenage girls who like a good cry. A dragon and a sword? Fanboy geeks who only cry when no one is watching.
We all know which books are aimed at us. But what happens when we want to read outside our marketing profiles? I would suggest that it is easier for some of us than for others.
I have a friend who is a female poet, she lives in a small village and shops at the WI weekly sale. She is also a massive fan of the Jack Reacher series by Lee Child. And there ain’t no font more gold and bold than those. She can quite happily sit on a bus with one of those on show for all to see. Would the same be true of a male poet carrying a Sophie Kinsella? I doubt it (though I would love to be proved wrong! Let me know in the comments if you know for a fact that Andrew Motion is an outted Marian Keyes fan!)
Now you might think that this doesn’t matter; an adult’s reading habits are their own affair and people can like whatever they like.
But how much of this is nature, and how much of it is decided much earlier on, in the children’s section of a bookshop (I couldn’t fit the word ‘nurture’ into this sentence)? Would men like Aga Sagas? They might never know, especially if they were never encouraged to pick up a Jacqueline Wilson. Women, on the other hand, are happy to give Lee Child a go, because they’re not embarrassed to read Anthony Horowitz.
We can judge books by their covers, but it’s a shame that we are then judged by the covers we own.
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I have spent the last week immersed in children’s books, revelling, rolling and rollicking in them. (I may also have spent too long reading alliterative texts...)
For those who don’t know, it was the third annual, Bath Festival of Children’s Literature. I volunteered there all week, tearing tickets, keeping the signing queues fed and watered, running to buy red wine for the green room, among many, many other things. It was both exhilarating and exhausting. Exhilarating to spend time around people who love the same thing as I do. Exhausting because there were just so many of them! Writing, as we know, can be a lonely business. Even with all the friends and contacts we make online, it is easy to feel isolated, a bit odd, even. When I meet new people and tell them I’m a writer, they generally get excited. Then, when they find out I write for children, there’s a confused moment while they try to find the right thing to say (of course, they often fail). But for one week of the year, in Bath, I fit right in. There are scores of children’s writers around the place. Hundreds of adults who love children’s books. And thousands of children there to hear their favourite authors speak. Heaven.
I wish I had taken pictures to share with you. But I forgot. I am a rubbish journalist. So, I’ll just have to describe my best bits. There was the Tuesday evening Talking to Teens event. Patrick Ness, Meg Rosoff and Terence Blacker all came along to share their perspectives. I was a bit redundant in the green room, as none of them wanted a muffin, but I did manage to foist a caffeine-free tea on one of their entourage. They were being interviewed on stage by a very capable young reader (I think she was all of 16 years old). She was a treat to meet too.
Terry Deary gave a fantastic multi-media, all-singing (but sadly no dancing) performance on Saturday. His signing queue went on for hours, but the kids at the back were patient. Many just sat down to re-read the books they’d brought with them. The signing queues for Lauren Child, Andy Stanton and Michelle Paver were equally huge, but equally gracious. Well done all of you!
Then, there was the brave and noble volunteer (you know who you are!) who climbed into a giant Horrid Henry costume and let small children ram raid her. I missed out on seeing the Cybermen, and the Tardis (I was doing admin). I missed Jacqueline Wilson and Michael Rosen (I was working another venue) and I missed Johnny Ball (I was falling asleep on the bus and missing my stop). But I saw so many speakers and they were really inspirational. Thank you BathKidsLitFest and I’ll see you again next year! Elen
Ps. For those of you like news updates. Here’s a photo of my new writing room.
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A huge and momentous thing is happening on Monday. I am uber excited. Imagine a child who is spending Christmas in Disneyland with Zack Efron and Dr Who. I am that excited.
On Monday, we are moving house. I should say, rather, that we are moving flats. We are moving exactly two doors away. However – and this is the good bit – instead of living in a one-bed flat, we will have A Second Room. A Writing Room, no less! I loved John’s shed idea earlier this year. But I would have settled for a door that closed to write behind.
And now, I’m getting one!
So far, I have written four novels in my one-bed flat. I write at the dining table (which is, in fact, the only table); while people cook a few feet away; while the Champions League plays over my right shoulder; while the washing-up glares at me from the sink. Whoever invented open-plan living was painfully and abnormally attached to their family, imo. Here is the view from my table:
Did you spot the washing-up being glarey? It is, oh, it is.
I read Virginia Woolf when I was a teenager. I scoffed at it. There was a lot of the bolshy about me in those years. I thought I would be immediately successful and rich as soon as I left school. I thought the whole ‘room of one’s own’ thing was a bit whiney. Ha! I could happily give my younger self a stern talking to (not that she would listen, she’s bolshy, you see). It is hard, trying to produce good work in a bad space. Especially if it is chores getting in your way. I hear myself say things like, “I must finish Chapter 14, but only after I’ve put the rubbish out,” or “That character needs a lot of work, but then, so does the bathroom floor.” Being able to see all the mess and all the jobs needing to be done really intrudes. Like Catholic guilt, but about housekeeping.
But on Monday, all that changes. There is a small part of me that worries – what if I can only write while the world and his dog are there? What if closing the door on the world sends me into tailspin? What if I need clamour and clatter and chaos to write?
I guess in that case, I just have to pick up my lap-top and go back to the dining table. And we can have a guest bedroom instead!
Now, you must excuse me, I have some packing to do!
10 Comments on A Room All Of My Very Own - Elen Caldecott, last added: 9/4/2009
Indulge yourself! I share a minute space with my husband and every time he wants to push his chair back, he has to warn me. NEVER EVER turn it into a spare bedroom, you'll just have 'sleep-over' guests and more washing up and more laundry to cope with! It's a wonderful excuse to be able to say... sorry we only live in a one bedroomed flat! (Someone you really like can always sleep on the couch!) Have fun and good luck with the move!
Good luck with your move. I am very pleased for you, Ellen, but be warned - the chores still call to you even when the door is firmly shut and you can't see the washing up. (To be honest, I sometimes gratefully leap from my desk to load the washing machine as it gives me a good excuse to take a break. Oh, I can hardly believe that I would ever have been grateful for housework.)
Hilary Mckay said, on 9/3/2009 5:06:00 AM
Enjoy it while it lasts. I too once had a small room of my own. I still do but now it also contains (larger items only): 1. All the village film club's projection equipment. 2.All my teenage son's homebrew stuff, brewing. 3.All the family camping gear (including boots). 5. A rather smelly hyperactive hamster who lives, not in a cage, but in a very large thing called a plaster's bath as a result of daughter reading too much Gerald Durrell- nearest thing she could get to The Wild.
Oh dear, I'm getting the impression that my writing room may not be the inspirational nirvana I've been imagining... You don't think, perhaps, that the procrastination is, in fact, my fault? And not the fault of cruel circumstance? ;)
Elen, if you make it The Place Where You Do Nothing But Write, and only go in there when you want to write, and make sure you can't connect to the internet when you're in there (if only by disabling the wireless network adaptor before you go in and not re-enabling it till you're back at the kitchen table), I'm sure you'll find it almost as good as a shed. If you can train someone to silently bring you hot drinks so you're not tempted to get up and fill the kettle, even better.
Good luck!
Penny Dolan said, on 9/3/2009 12:01:00 PM
A Room of One's Own is a most wonderful thing to have, Elen. Have a happy and productive time there - and good luck with the move.
Congratulations, Elen! I hope you really, really enjoy it and are very productive there. You're right about open-plan. I have more space, but a good deal of it is open plan and I would so like to be able to shut the kitchen out!
I don’t consider myself to be an educational writer. By this, I mean, that, for me, the story and characters are the most important thing. I don’t worry too much about vocabulary or reading attainment or key stages (in fact, I don’t really know what a key stage is...) In short, I don’t worry about the reader; I just try to make the stories the best that they can be.
However.
I’ve just spend a really interesting week with my youngest brother. We went on a camping holiday. It rained a lot. He is learning to read at the moment, so while the rainclouds hid the sea, we huddled up in the tent with a big pile of beginning readers. And it was a very interesting experience.
I don’t remember the point in my own life when the black squiggles on the page turned into James and the Giant Peach, or the Little Prince, or the Railway Children. For me, it just happened and it was magic. My brother is finding it a much harder struggle.
There were loads of things I noticed about him, as a reader, that might well find their way into my own writing.
The sentence The thoroughbred sought the trough and thought of oats didn’t appear in any of his books (in fact, I fear for the sanity of any author who would use such a sentence). BUT, each of those words did. And they all had him open mouthed in disbelief. As did any homonyms; ‘But it doesn’t make sense’ he sighed at my side (see what I did there?).
There were also words that literally made him throw the book on the floor. ‘Q? Q?’, he yelled, ‘How does queue spell Q? It doesn’t make ANY sense!’ He has a point.
I tried to help him break up difficult words into smaller ones (phonemes? Or am I getting that confused with something else?). And, there were some wonderful moments where the English language seemed to take on the truth and beauty of maths. Any words ending in ‘ly’ or ‘ing’ could be broken up and reassembled like algebra; (sm)+(ugly)=smugly; (jumping) – (ing) = jump.
You often get told, as a writer, not to use repetition, outside a picture book. But, once a word had been conquered, it was a delight for my brother to meet it again - and soon. ‘Invisible’ was an implacable foe at the beginning of a paragraph; meeting it again three lines down, it was an old friend.
The foolishness of English spelling will come as no surprise to any of you. But I think, as we become bibliophiles it is easy to forget just how alien the physical words can be. It was a bit of a revelation listening to a child struggle with something I play with everyday. I’m not saying I’m going to forget about plot and character and all that jazz, but I am going to try to remember that turning squiggles into stories ain’t as easy as the Jacksons would have us believe.
P.s. the picture is of my brother in the sea during one of the few gaps in the rain!
8 Comments on Easy as ABC? - Elen Caldecott, last added: 7/28/2009
Elen I don't know if you've ever worked with the Barrington Stoke people but that is a true eye opener and joyful process. You write a story and then work with a language advisor to remove any language hurdles while at the same time retaining the essence and flavour of your story. They are great.
I still feel riddled with guilt that as a teenager I was so appalled by my youngest sister's inability to spell that my reaction made her burst into tears and run from the room. Still, she had the last laugh. She passed accountancy exams and I have a fear of numbers and cannot even work out restaurant bills.
Like Anne C above, I writer for reluctant readers and that awareness that every word must be worked for (and so must offer a reward, and earn its place) is vital. And like Nick I marvel that you have such a young brother!
Anonymous said, on 7/28/2009 9:20:00 AM
From Sue Price :- I spent ten years as a volunteer with an adult literacy (or illiteracy) group, many of them foreign. They too were constantly thrown and bemused by English spelling. I found it helped somewhat to frankly admit that English spelling made no sense at all: you just had to learn it by rote. When they no longer felt that there was some rule they were failing to understand, they seemed much happier.
I loved Nicola’s post earlier on this week. All the questions made me smile-wince, or swince as it will now be known. But there is one that always evokes a bigger swince than the others; and that is the dreaded ‘JK’ question.
Not that I mind being asked if I’m the new JK, well, not that much anyway. What I mind is the assumption that it’s only a matter of time before children’s writers buy great swathes of Morningside and use £50 notes to paper their new mansions; as though that’s the normal career path. Of course, my friends mean well. Of course, they’re being kind. But there is still a sense – among non-writers – that writing is a solid route to bucket-fulls of cash.
Ha! Ha! And thrice Ha!
I did an MA in creative writing. Throughout, visiting speakers and the course tutors would do their best to open our eyes to cold reality. ‘It’s tough to get published and it’s tough to make money even when you are published’, they said. Often. But it’s only now, with a first book out and two more scheduled, that I’m starting to see their point.
But, I am not here to whine. Oh no. On the contrary; today, I want to celebrate. I want us to applaud the wonder that is the Day Job. Too often, it’s seen as a dreadful impediment to the ‘real work’ of a writer; your perceived success depends on how quickly you can give it up. But for many writers, you can never give up your day job. And we can sometimes be made to feel bad about that by friends and family who should know better.
Well, I love my day job, and I (probably) wouldn’t give it up even if those rolls of £50-note wallpaper do turn up. I sell tickets 3 days a week in an independent cinema. I work alongside interesting people and our customers are superb too. And, yes, I do get to see the films for free. Writing fits around the job perfectly and having to work makes my writing time even more precious. Also, the fact I have to leave the house three times a week means I have to shower and get dressed. If I were a full-time writer I’m not so sure that would happen...
Lots of writers are teachers, or work in publishing, or even fly planes (I only know of one who does that, to be fair). We are all real writers, and we can all (mostly) pay the bills.
Long live the day job!
5 Comments on Working Girl - Elen Caldecott, last added: 7/12/2009
Ellen, you are sooo right. The day job is often what allows you to keep on writing - roof over your head/ food on the table etc. It took me a long time to accept that lesson and acceptance makes life a whole lot more settled and stops that niggling feeling of resentment.
Yes, one of the problems of giving up the day job means you have to be so much more disciplined about your time, making sure that actual 'writing time' is sacrosanct. When you fit writing around another job you are forced into smaller packages of writing time so you often make the most of it. Not that I am complaining, I love the fact that I don't have to clock in to another job but it can also mean that I forget when to stop! One of the problems of being self employed (especially when you love your work!) is that there is always the tendency to keep going even when you know you should stop. I do envy you the opportunity to see all those films, though Elen. I usually end up missing a lot of films I would love to see on the wide screen.
You're right about the dressing and showering.... maybe I need a day job ;-) At least I have to take my daughter to school, so that imposes some sanitary discipline
Very good post - and it got me thinking that (although I am a "full-time" writer, ie one with no day job) perhaps it's the day job that stops authors becoming rather weird and unworldly and therefore maybe we should ALL get day jobs!
I don't have a day job as such - but I do have a portfolio of other free-lance work that writing is rather a small part of! And I'm here rather late on this lovely birthday because I've been free-lancing away for 3 days near Leighton Buzzard at a secondary school arts week, doing drama workshops based on my book 'Fur' - one of those lovely opportunities where everything works together! I used to think that I wanted to be a full-time writer - after all, I do love writing - but I have discovered that I love the variety of times when I am alone and can write and other times when I'm out working in schools or heritage venues or running my youth theatre or being a counsellor - and it all provides rich material for my writing as well as keeping me sane! We are all so different in the way we work - and I totally relate to Elen's frustration that Joe Public has a fixed view of how we all are. A kid once said to me, 'But Meg - you're a writer! Why are you here doing youth theatre?' And I just thought, 'I simply don't know where to start!' But then until I spent a whole day walking up mountains with a bowel surgeon, I thought she spent all day, every day carving up people's bowels! What? You mean she doesn't.....?
A poet friend of mine recently told me that a bookshop considers you a ‘heavy book buyer’ if you buy six books a year. Now, I don’t know where she got that figure. Sorry. But, I’m just going to happily accept it as the truth for the purposes of this blog entry – if you know better, please let me know in the comments!
But SIX books a YEAR? I looked at my friend and thought of her house – where the books have to be stored two deep on the shelves – and my flat – where the gap between doors and walls, that is usually just dead space, is piled high with books. SIX books? I buy that many in a month, I thought!
And then, I wondered whether that was true. I READ six books a month, easily. But do I actually BUY them. And, if I do, who gets the money?
As a fairly unscientific survey, just out of curiosity, I found the last six book I had acquired and looked at their provenance. They were as follows:
Breathing Underwater by Julia Green – bought from Waterstones Guantanamo Boy by Anna Perera – borrowed from the library Puppet Master by Joanne Owen – borrowed from the library The Behaviour of Moths by Poppy Adams – borrowed from the library Tam of Tiffany’s by Dorothea Moore – bought from Amazon Marketing your Book by Alison Baverstock – bought from Amazon
So, three library books. Two bought online. One bought from a high street chain.
So, even someone who scoffed at the idea of a mere six books a year (me) has only bought one from a real, actual shop recently. And that was a chain. I felt a flutter of guilt. I know writers make more money when you buy their work in a shop. I know dedicated book buyers are the lifeblood of independent shops. And yet I haven’t bought a book in an independent shop in a long while.
This is partly because there isn’t an independent book shop in central Bristol (or even suburban Bristol as far as I know!) and partly because buying online is so easy (the library books are like buying online because I place a reservation online and get an email when the books I want are in).
What I need is an independent shop I can browse through online. Or for someone to set up an independent shop in Bristol (good people of Bath, come on, you’ve got loads of them, hand one over!)
But what I really need to do is to put my money where my mouth is and pay more attention to my buying habits from now on. There’s still a bit more space behind the bedroom door.
17 Comments on Book Buying - Elen Caldecott, last added: 6/8/2009
SIX a year? I bought six this afternoon! Amazon is real buying as long as it's not from a re-seller as the writer still gets money. As for the library... if only. Cambridge central library has been closed for rebuilding for years and now our local village library is closed as well. I did wonder if it was the work of the bookshops. There is a difference, though, between buying books in a particular edition (I have a penchant for the old orange penguins, for instance) and buy buying books just to read. Am I allowed my orange penguins even though they have to be bought second hand? I console myself with the thought that at least most of the authors are dead so they aren't losing out.
Oh, absolutely! One of the books on my list (Tam of Tiffany's) was printed in 1918. I think my copy is about 1925ish. It's long out of print, which is a crying shame. So, second hand purchaces of publishing treasures is very much smiled upon! And what a shame about your libraries!!
I get my books exclusively from libraries, and don't feel guilty. My wife or someone buys me about 1-3 books a year, in full disclosure. I keep my library books late and end up paying the library about $100/yr. in late fees, also "sans guilt."
Although I'm probably a 3 books a month person (for myself, if you were to add on books I buy for my children, that would be about 6), I can easily imagine the average figure is 6 per year, I have lots of non-bookish friends who would only think about buying a book when thinking about something to read on the sun lounger on holiday.
I don't use libaries as my local ones are awful unless you really like Barbara Cartland and war stories.
There also aren't any local independent book sellers near me either, even though I live in a major retail destination, I buy from Waterstones or Amazon. It's always been a dream of mine to open an independent book shop specialising in children's books (I used to work in a small independent book store when I was younger), I mentioned that to friends once, all who lived locally, all with children and their eyes all lit up "You have to do that! It's just what this place needs!" but I don't think it'd be anyway commercially viable, the commerical rents in my area are too high and their are two major chain bookstores, so I'll continue dreaming.
The cat is prowling in to look. Six books? The humans in this house would buy more than sixty. Every bookshelf is double stacked - and the bookshelves take up most of the wall space. They scarcely have enough money left to keep me in cat food!
6??? SIX???!!! I am obviously atypical, abnormal, and an addictive personality who needs serious help with her book buying problem. I was such a good customer of Amazon in the beginning that they used to send me Christmas presents! My book collection numbered over 10,000 at the last count. I keep having to build new shelves.... Of course, most of them are bought in the name of 'research':-) That's what writers do, isn't it?
Lucy at http://www.scribblecitycentral.blogspot.com
Although writers love to eat just like the rest of us, there's something I think they want more than people buying their books -- people reading them. I know quite a few self-professed bibliophiles who never read their purchases; instead they squirrel them away to gather dust under the guise of collecting. That's why I subscribe to The Middle Shelf.
It isn't an average!! It's what makes you a 'heavy' bookbuyer. Which makes me think that the average number of books bought in a bookshop by your regular joe must be 0.28 a year or something. Which just blows the mind!
But do remember I got this statistic from a friend!
Good grief... I stagger in here from the pitch party, slightly the worse for wear, and you hit me with that number! I can't imagine being restricted to six books a year. I'll quite often get through that many a fortnight.
woah, just caught a glimpse of Maximum Bob hiding behind the comment window - now why didn't I know that was Elmore Leonard? I remember the tv series a good few years ago. Must toddle along to Amazon to see if I can get hold of a copy. Dammit, there goes my book-buying budget for the month, again.
keep up the good work - I shall subscribe to your blog...
I'm a bookseller in my other life (have worked chain and independent) and agree that 6 books a year is the statistic for 'heavy' book buying. Trouble is of course that most of us who read loads can least afford to buy loads... :) so we buy second hand and go to the library. Such is life.
Borrowing from the library is good, good, good. It keeps us in PLR. It proves to publishing houses that we 'issue well'. It boosts library statistics and keeps them from being shut down by nasty council bean-counters.
Of course, buying from independents is good too.
(PS - wandered in from the pitch party) (PPS - six books a year is a joke. Has to be.)
Wow...six a year. My kids and I buy easily that many a month. And that's on top of library borrowing and the proofs I'm sent to review. In fact sometimes between the three of us it's more like six a week... And they ALL get read. Some from amazon, some from Waterstone's and some from independant booksellers. That puts us up there with Lucy in the 'needing serious help' bracket.
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