Monday, 10 May 2010

Begin at the beginning,' the King said gravely, 'and go on till you come to the end; then stop.' Lewis Carroll

One of the most difficult things about writing novels is the structure.  Some very talented people can play with it like it was a dodgem car.  I don't think anybody deliberately mucks about with it, sometimes it's just the way that the story presents itself or it works better being written in several different ways as you go along.

This was my second saga and it's nothing like I intended it to be. My agent got me a two book deal with Hodder & Stoughton. The second book was in four parts, linking the nineteenth century with the present day and it followed the family through but it wasn't what my editor wanted.

We had moved and were living in a rented house. My daughter who was quite young at the time had a bug, sickness and diarrhoea and both toilets were blocked so when my agent rang a man was rodding the drains while my daughter was trying to contain her illness.

 I was horrified at the idea that I was going to have to rewrite the book and they wanted it as soon as possible. I rewrote it from the second part which was about a hundred pages. I love the cover because it was more or less my idea and the story is my mother's story. It's set in my beloved Weardale before and during the second world war and in the end it was the book that it was meant to be, the shape and the style completely different from the structure I had had the first time round.
 I have a tendency to start in the middle. I don't realize at the time, I think I'm doing it the Alice in Wonderland way. You would think I would know better by now but unfortunately writing isn't like that, you go on making the same mistakes over and over again.

I have too many tea parties in my books. I'm always describing meals.  When I meet friends and they've been out for dinner I like a course by course account of every mouthful and as for drink - I love wine, I love hearing about it almost as much as drinking the stuff, I want to know the colour, the country of origin, how thick the taste was on the tongue.

I have too much dialogue and it is the kind of polite every day chat,people are forever having lemon tart and congratulating one another on how wonderful it tastes.

Some time after I start, quite often about thirty thousand words in, I understand that I've begun in the wrong place and I have to go back and back.

I do hate it though when writers use structural devices to whisk back and forth like a shuggy boat, leaving the reader breathless, lost and cross.  Skill can make up for it so that the reader doesn't notice and that's fine. I'm inclined to give solid directions so that everybody knows where we are so they don't sit there, muttering
'What the hell is she doing?' and going off to watch television instead because I've lost them by being clumsy or too clever.

Too clever is a frequent problem. Writing can be a bit emperor's new clothes  If it's hard to read or hard to understand then sometimes it means it's badly written. On the other hand the ideas are the most important thing of all. You can forgive a writer a lot if she's giving you a whole new perspective.

Under A Cloud Soft Sky was my third saga. I got the first two chapters of this book the wrong way round and my agent had to point this out to me, I didn't see it even when I thought the book was finished.

Recntly I listened to a talk by local sculptor, Edwin Fellowes, who is a very talented man and a fantastic speaker.  He came to the Durham Soroptimists' supper and showed us pictures of various sculptures through the ages and told us about the different materials they used and what they feel like and it is as though the sculpture was already there, that the piece of stone, concrete, glass, plastic or wood has the work of art within it.  Perhaps writing is like this.  When you get to the end, however you got there it was waiting for you to discover it, you complete it in the round or whatever shape it was meant to be and I always think so that's what it was all about, that's how it looks but the labour is the thing, you have to do the work to bring out the book itself.

1 comment:

  1. I agree about the book being somewhere up there or in waiting to be set free. it has alife of its own