When I was a teenager I had no idea what it felt like to be sixty, or even thirty. Now I’m older I am told sometimes that I can’t possibly connect with the mindset of a younger generation. Frankly I think both opinions are misjudged.
We have imagination Anyone who is astute and observes those around them cannot possibly be restricted to writing within their own age group, gender, ethnicity and sexuality. If that were the case then every novel would only contain one generation of characters who look, act and think alike.
The only limit to our writing should be our powers of observation, the breadth of our reading, the ability to listen and our imagination.
I spent seven months writing a book about the world 100 years after it has recovered from a pandemic virus, rising sea levels and massive solar storms and what happens?
The same month I started sending my manuscript out to agents, we get a pandemic corona virus and a threat that the western Antarctic ice sheet may fail (that alone would raise sea levels by an estimated three metres). All we need now is a repeat of the Carrington Event of 1859 (now overdue) and I’m three for three.
As my son put it. “Who will want a book that anticipates disasters that are actually happening? That’s too bloody scary.”
I didn’t set out to write in a particular genre. In fact I’m not sure where the plot for my first novel came from, but I am fascinated by the way most of us make decisions in our teens that inform and influence the rest of our life.
I have heard, on more than one occasion, that the protagonist in a first novel can strongly resemble the authors imaginary life.
Not wanting to risk writing a veiled autobiography, for my first novel I chose a female protagonist. Then she needed to have one of those life defining problems, so she became pregnant – without being sure who the father was. Looking back I now realise that I didn’t entirely escape the ‘borrowing from real life’ syndrome, but at least it wasn’t my life, just someone close to me.
In fact my daughter pointed out that I’d also used someone I know as a template for the villain of the drama (fortunately nobody else has noticed, especially the person in question).
I didn’t think about a categorising my work until after I’d finished that novel and someone asked me which genre I wrote within. It took a few years, and a lot more writing, for me to feel comfortable with the phrase ‘commercial women’s fiction’ – and I’m still not sure that’s accurate. I write about relationships between people – that’s what interests me more than crime, science fiction, history, mystery, murder or fantasy.
Having said that, the novel I’m currently working on is set 100 years in the future and may stray into YA fiction. But it’s still basically about relationships – about trust, betrayal, love and greed.
Did you set out to specifically write within one genre?
My character’s names often change as a novel develops. Sometimes the original name just doesn’t seem to suit the way the character or their backstory develops.
There’s a theory called nominative determinism which speculates that your given name might define what you do in life. I don’t subscribe to that theory, but names do need to fit the characters.
I used the name Marcus in a novel recently, but you have to resolve the possessive suffix, either Marcus’ or Marcus’s. I would instinctively go for the former, but apparently this is a contentious point. I resolved it by changing his name to Martin.
Has anyone else experienced this problem?
For my current novel in progress all the characters have been given names from the Old Testament – no idea why, but it appears to be working and it feels ‘right’ for the story – for me at least.
They are Ethan, Abby (Abigail), Hannah, Isaac, Martha, Beth (Bethany), Daniel, Simon, Peter and Mary.
In my head there’s a connection between my novel, set 100 years in the future, and names from over 2000 years ago.
Does anyone have a better way of choosing character names?
It’s just a matter of getting those pesky little letters in the right order And there are only 26 letters in the alphabet – so how hard can it be?
Every now and then my mind gets sidetracked onto book titles and I hear potential candidates during everyday conversations. I ought to stop and write them down because I have usually forgotten them by the time I find a pen and a quiet moment.
Then there are song lyrics. There I am minding my own business, a song playing in the background, and I hear a phrase that sounds like a great book title. It even happens during supper parties, but as nobody else shares my obsession I try to keep quiet about it.
In a moment of desperation, a few years ago, I tried using an online title generator – that was as useful as a chocolate frying pan.
Here are just a few of the potential book titles I’ve culled from lyrics (I don’t claim they haven’t already been used).
Caught in the Race Belonging to the Living The First Time We Fell The Life Museum Dancing to Forget Blue World Everybody’s Watching Metal Thorns Restless Hearts Autumn Falling Terminally Pretty A Piece of Time One Thing in Common Suicide Blonde At the Drop of a Name Neptune’s Daughter Blinded by Daylight Flowers for a Wedding All the Time Fancy Things Dangerous Boys Magicians Never Tell Walking on Clouds Touch and Run Losers and Fools A Stranger’s Touch Lucky Girl Wasted Time Dreams About Tomorrow What Was Left Behind Ribbons and Bows Across the Sea What is Yours In the Name of the Past A Small Family Not for the Money Running Everday
I had heard from many different sources that there is a tendency to put a version of yourself front and centre of your first novel. I wanted to avoid this trap so decided to write from the perspective of a young woman. Writing is a form of escapism and jumping both gender and age was an interesting challenge.
The original concept I started with the premise of a girl thinking she might be responsible for someone’s death. In law she might be guilty of manslaughter if not murder. Of course she isn’t, but doesn’t know the full details of that fateful night.
So she had to have some terrible grudge against him to make her feel guilty of wanting him dead, or at the very least punished. She would have to move away from the scene of the crime, create a new life and then return later to discover the truth.
I planned for her to fall pregnant, but not want to reveal the father because it could have been one of two people. One being her boyfriend, the other his father who raped her when she was drunk after a party.
I also wanted to write from the point of view of a woman aged eighteen and her return, at the age of thirty-six, to the village where she grew up.
And I wrote all this before the #metoo hashtag came into prominence.
White Lies and Black Sheep probably falls into the genre of ‘commercial women’s fiction’, not chic lit as it covers too many serious topics in an otherwise light novel. I still like the story structure and the characters, but it would be odd if I didn’t think my writing hadn’t evolved since my first novel.