Killing My Darlings


Kill Your Darlings. It's a line often quoted by authors who must ruthlessly chop out characters in the name of story. This is an almost poem I wrote on the subject for the StoryBlog in May, 2013.

There was a FOURTH bear. But he got cut from the story.
Image by Arthur Rackham, now in the public domain.




Oh Character, my dear one,
I am sorry.
I have no loyalty to give you,
Even though I created you with all my love,
Even though it is my own blood that throbs in your veins,
my tears that stain your cheek.
I can promise you nothing.
No steadfast role.
No grand adventure.
No happy ending.
Though I build you up to great heights, I will strike you down without a sigh.
I will grant you great power, only to snatch it away on a whim.
Because when I’m told to kill my darlings, without hesitation
I will unsheathe my blade.
Oh please understand, I love you. I really do.
But it is Story that commands me.
And you, dear one, only exist for the telling of it.

Rain or Shine: designing setting


I'm slowly archiving posts I wrote for other blogs. Here is a blog post I wrote for the now defunct StoryBlog in April 2013.

If you were to check out the cover of my new book, SHINE:




… or watch the book trailer -




You would quickly realize that there is a weather vibe going on. Specifically: RAIN.

It took me three years to write SHINE – and while in that time, characters and plot and motivation changed constantly, there was one thing that never did – the setting.

SHINE takes place on an island called Mirasol where it never stops raining.

I’d been thinking about rain a lot because back in the Philippines, there had been a series of terrible floods, worse than the worst floods we regularly experience.

Large parts of Manila had been swallowed by water, my mother’s piano floated at the bottom of the stairs, bumping up against my brother’s fridge, and another brother watched from his fourth story apartment as roads and cars and houses and animals disappeared under the thick grey flood. I had never realized how disaster-prone the Philippines was until I moved to disaster-resistant London.



Rain and Flood in the Philippines


I was also thinking about rain because that winter, I started re-reading my Ray Bradbury book of short stories and rain seemed to be on the old man’s mind. Embedded in the collection were short stories with titles like The Long Rain, A Sound of Thunder, The Day it Rained Forever and Farewell Summer.

My forever favourite of Bradbury’s ouvre is All Summer in a Day – a story set on rainswept Venus where children grow up knowing only wet weather. When a girl born on Earth shows up, they despise her for remembering what sunshine felt like. Every seven years, the sun shone for just an hour – the hour was fast approaching, and they hated the Earth-born girl all the more for the way she stood so separate from them, KNOWING.

Screenshot from a 1982 TV short of All Summer in a Day. You can watch it on YouTube here but you’ve GOT to read the short story first!

“It had been raining for seven years; thousands upon thousands of days compounded and filled from one end to the other with rain, with the drum and gush of water, with the sweet crystal fall of showers and the concussion of storms so heavy they were tidal waves come over the islands. A thousand forests had been crushed under the rain and grown up a thousand times to be crushed again. And this was the way life was forever on the planet Venus …” from All Summer in a Day

And if this was the way life was forever, what did it do to those who lived it? They may have yearned for change but in that yearning there was fear too … a fear of the unknown.

This past month, it’s been interesting to watch reactions to the UK’s unexpected summer of sun.

There was joy in many quarters, but there was also resistance and irritation. Too hot! The complaining that inundated social media left people outside the UK puzzled and perplexed.




In SHINE my characters cling to the rain. It’s a comfort, a constant, a steady drip-drip that nobody wants to turn off because the alternative might be unbearable. They live in a world where the story is fixed, and any deviation might lead to danger. The island they live in is a crucible, a trap, a prison.

From SHINE


There’s nothing like putting a bunch of characters into a prison. Some of them will want to get out. The ones who don’t want to escape will have to stand and fight. This is the stuff of a good story!


About SHINE: Rosa suffers from a rare condition that renders her mute. She lives on the strange island of Mirasol where the rain never seems to stop. In the gloom of the island, its superstitious population are haunted by all sorts of fears … they shun people who suffer from Rosa’s condition, believing them to be monsters who could bring misfortune and ruin to the remote island. So Rosa must live a hidden life in an isolated house with its back to the rest of the world, with only the internet for a social life. But Rosa has no desire to leave Mirasol. This is where her mother died and every night she lights a candle on the window sill. The islanders believe this is the way to summon ghosts, and Rosa wants her mother back. One day she is befriended by a boy online who calls himself Ansel95 – and she quickly realizes that this is one friendship that can take place in the real world. Can she really trust him? What does he want from her? Should they meet? And then Mother turns up at the front door.

Almost Drowning and Other Delightful Summer Tales

I'm excavating blog posts I wrote in previous years for other blogs. Here is a summer-appropriate one that I inexplicably wrote in the dead of winter for the now defunct StoryBlog in February, 2012. 

On the white sand island Boracay in 1986

Holidays were few and far between when I was growing up in the Philippines – and when my family did go on the rare vacation, we tended to seek cooler weather in higher altitudes.

It was only when I became a journalist and met my first Westerners that I realized ‘taking a holiday’ was an expectation, not a rare event. Especially the foreign correspondents who all seemed desperate to go away all the time – and always to somewhere by the sea.

Don’t get me wrong, the Philippines is good at oceanside relaxation.




But though I was quite proud of our white sandy beaches, I really only began to spend any time there when I hooked up with an Englishman. You know that thing people say about Englishmen and their castles? The Englishman and his seaside holiday was definitely a cultural leap for me. It was a strange and exotic thing.

I joined my Englishman on a working trip to South Korea, and of course he immediately announced that he needed to take a break and go to the seaside.

We went to a beach near Incheon, just West of Seoul. I think it was Sagot Beach in Baengnyeong, but I’m not sure anymore, it was 25 years ago.


The beach seemed HUGE. Miles and miles of sand. I immediately felt slight inferior. The beaches I’d been to in the Philippines had fine white sand, yes. But they didn’t go for miles.

You see, because the Philippines is so near the equator, I’d never really been aware of tides before.
Oh I’d read about it but I assumed that it was like the kind of tidal movement we had at home … the beach only lost and gained a few feet.

I’d never been this far north of the equator, where the sea slid far far away from the shore.

It reminded me of one of my favourite childhood picture books – The Five Chinese Brothers by Claire Huchet Bishop - in which the first Chinese brother could swallow the sea … and when he did, his head swelled up like a giant balloon!

Click on the image to enlarge


I drew a cartoon on the Korean beach with an umbrella (why was I carrying an umbrella? I don’t remember). Here is an old, scratchy picture from that day.


After that picture was taken, my future husband and I decided to take a walk across that huge, huge beach to a lump of land. We sat there for a while before deciding to head back.

When we turned round, the beach was gone!

The sea was rushing in, fast!

In The Five Chinese Brothers, the first Chinese brother couldn’t hold the sea in any longer and had to let it rush back into the seabed.



‘Come on!’ Future Husband said. ‘We can get back to the shore if we’re quick. It’s very shallow!’

It was ankle-high as we began wading towards the shore. But the sea was sweeping in, rising alarmingly higher and higher.

We could see people playing and walking on the beach and, realizing that we were in a sticky situation, began to shout for help.

But nobody seemed to hear us. Nobody so much as looked up.

We were quite close to the shore when it became so deep I couldn’t stay on my feet. There was a swirling, sucking feeling too, and I couldn’t keep my head above water. I remember as I gasped and went under, wondering if this was it, this was the end.

Much later, I asked Future Husband what he was thinking at that moment. He replied, ‘I realized that I had to make a choice. Save the camera? Or save Candy?’

Luckily, he decided to save me. He grabbed me and held me high – and managed to save the camera too, which is why the photo of me on the beach survives. Then, struggling against the powerful undertow on tippy toes he got us safely back to dry land.

It still makes us shiver to think of it – we were almost taken by the horrible Under Toad!

The umbrella didn’t make it.

After we were married, we moved to England and I discovered the joys of the English seaside. Only then did the Englishman’s obsession with sunny beach holidays make perfect sense.



We’re All Going On a Summer Holiday. If it doesn't play here you can go watch it on YouTube

Quickbits: Shortlistings, How to Write, and Yay for New Books on the Block

By Candy Gourlay

HOW TO WRITE

Last week at the We Read Book Award, a teenager asked me how one was supposed to write without any life experience. Sometimes, it's hard to express something through a keyboard, so I thought I'd answer the question with this video.



CALDERDALE BOOK OF THE YEAR 2015

Selfie with the Calderdale librarians and fellow shortlistee Catherine Bruton (right)
The last couple of weeks have seen SHINE shortlisted for two awards. One was the Calderdale Book of the Year, for which I had to go to Halifax.

I'd heard lots of good things about the Calderdale prize from author friends who'd been shortlisted - such a well organised event, great kids, great librarians! Let me just say: it's all true!

The awards day looked like so much hard labour and yet it ran like clockwork! There must have been a lot of advance work for teachers, librarians and children, with schools reading and reviewing months ahead. The vote was done on the day but before the children met the authors (which meant there was no chance of bribery or threat).

Left to right: Kevin Brooks, Catherine Bruton, Frances Hardinge and William Sutcliffe

William wins the trophy
The teen shortlist included: I Predict a Riot by Catherine Bruton, Cuckoo Song by Frances Hardinge, The Wall by William Sutcliffe, The Ultimate Truth by Kevin Brooks (Kevin Brooks!!!) and Shine by me. William won the prize (congratulations, you annoying man).

Many thanks to the librarians and teachers who make this event happen every year. And well done to the children who wrote reviews, read the books and cast their votes.

Signing autographs

And after the ceremonies, we retired into the staff offices to eat some more!

THE WE READ PRIZE 2015

The We Read Book Awards was set up in 2008 by the Brookwood Partnership and University College School. We Read invites young readers from schools all over North London to nominate a shortlist and then vote for a winner - check out the fantastic website.

Another famous selfie! That's me and Lisa Williamson (The Art of Being Normal) in the front, and in the back are Tereze Brikmane and Tamara Macfarlane of the bookshop Tales on Moon Lane, and C S Flood (Infinite Sky). 
I was chuffed that Shine was part of a shortlist that included: Apple and Rain by Sarah Crossan, Infinite Sky by Chelsea Flood, Out of the Easy by Ruta Sepetys, The Poison Boy by Fletcher Moss, and Valentine Joe by Rebecca Stevens. Today was Meet the Author day, which included Lisa Williamson, author of the well received The Art of Being Normal and Sarwat Chadda, author of the Ash Mistry trilogy.

Tamara Macfarlane of that eponimous children's bookshop Tales on Moon Lane 

Sorry guys, I didn't win that one either. It was won by Ruta Sepetys. Congratulations, Ruta (she said with no trace of sour grapes in her typing).

Sarwat Chadda signing autographs

Left to right: C J Flood, author of Infinite Sky, Martin Hitchcock, organiser of We Read, and Lisa Williamson (The Art of Being Normal) 

So fantastic to meet the readers and answer very good questions about books and writing. A wonderful day.

NEW BOOKS ON THE BLOCK!

June is a month for book launches and I have to give a shout out to friends who have just released their new titles:

My lovely critique buddy, Joe Friedman, launched The Secret Dog, his sweet and heartwarming tale about a boy who keeps his dog a secret.

My other crit buddy, Cliff McNish, has just launched My Friend Twigs - about a girl's friendship with a cockatoo

I didn't manage to make it to the launch of The Crowham Martyrs the other day. But here's a picture of author Jane McLoughlin looking glamorous at the event. I loved her first novel At Yellow Lake and I'm so looking forward to reading this new one!


There are more book launches coming up ... including one that involves Cleopatra ... but I'll save that one for another blog post!

AFCC Retreat 2015: Leaving no fingerprints

Hello, friends! Last Friday, I returned from another intense trip to Southeast Asia in which I visited my family in Manila, was one of the mentors at a retreat for writers and illustrators in Bintan Island, Indonesia, and delivered a keynote speech and visited a school in Singapore. Dear reader, I am actually too exhausted to blog. Yet I am fearful that if I don't blog about it, I will forget everything that happened! My mind is awhirl with ideas and my heart is exploding with affection for the fascinating people I met on my travels. To make a start, here's something about the Indonesia leg of the trip - the first AFCC Retreat for Writers and Illustrators, held at Angsana Resorts, Bintan Island, Indonesia. I won't cover my own presentation (on story structure), I might save that for another time.

As an ex journalist, I'm a judicious note taker but it's hard to do it when you're one of the speakers. So I kept cartoon notes instead.

Here's my co-mentor, publisher Sarah Odedina, talking about what writers have to do to get published.

Sarah Odedina: Work on one thing at a time until you are finished.

Sarah gave us tips on how to de-purple our prose. If your writing is calling too much attention to itself then it's not doing the job. It's about the story, not you. 

'If it sounds like writing, rewrite it.' 
Elmore Leonard

Sarah quoted Elmore Leonard: "If it sounds like writing. Rewrite it!'


We talked about that old conundrum: show don't tell.


There has to be a reason why your child reader would want to read your book.  Clue: it's not usually to educate themselves.

In case you can't read my scribble: an adult might read 30 pages before he or she gives up, but a child might read just 30 LINES.

But what do readers really want? Meaning. Yup. Even children want meaning in their lives.

To improve our ear for dialogue, Sarah advised us to eavesdrop on conversations in public places, like buses.


'when I think of a book that enchants me, it's the characters that won me over,' Sarah said. But listening to Sarah talk about characters, their world, and the events that propel them through a story, I had a mini epiphany.

We writers are always talking about plot as if it's a separate thing from character, setting and all the other ingredients of  a story. But they're not. EVERYTHING is plot. Character? Everything about your character furthers the story. Character is plot. Setting? Place is not a random thing, it's the world that characters live in. Hmm. Yeah.


Note: Sarah gave another presentation on the publisher-author relationship - You can read my blog post about it (15 June) over on the Notes from the Slushpile blog.

Catarina 
The Retreat's illustrator mentor was Portuguese illustrator, Catarina Sobral, winner of the 2014 International Award for Illustration at the Bolgona Children's Book Fair.

The book that followed her 2014 win was the toughest, she told us. "Each time I start a book, I go through the painful process of finding something that reflects myself at the moment," she explained. "It is an intimate journey. It was even more painful having won the competition, because I felt that I couldn't fail."

Catarina amazed us all when she declared, "I am not an artist."

Illustration, she said, was "a mental process -- you don't have to be an artist."

I suppose what she means is that Art carries with it some baggage that might not serve a story well. My understanding is that like Elmore Leonard saying 'if it feels like writing, rewrite it!' to Catarina if an illustration calls attention to the art rather than the story, it's not good illustration.

Catarina refuses to be drawn into discussions of style. 'I don't like to call it style. Style has a vocabulary and syntax which is limiting. I would call it an accent.'
"When I am conceiving a book, I must do so in silence." Catarina Sobral

The creation of a book is never ending. "The book does not end when the story ends because the reader continues to create more story," she said. "The book does not end when the book is printed. Then you move into promotion, marketing, exhibition ..."

The book does not end when the story ends because a reader continues to create more story.

I've attended several writing retreats over the years. I think time away, spent in the company of like minded people and attentive professionals, has done more good for my craft (and career) than the hundreds of talks on writing and publishing that I've attended.

Partly it is because of time. Time to talk. Time to think. Time to just stare into space. But mostly retreats have given me an awareness of the world I have chosen to live in by allowing me to spend time in the company of diverse people who share my dream.

I can't think though of any retreat as diverse as this AFCC retreat. Delegates represented so many cultures - we came from Singapore, Indonesia, the Philippines, Macau, India, the United States, England, Hong Kong, Canada and Australia.

As we came to the end of our time together, retreat organiser Andrea Pasion-Flores, who is a lawyer turned author turned literary agent, asked delegates to share their own stories.

'Why do you write? What do you want' she asked.

It was a deceptively simple question and at first it was hard to understand. Did Andrea want some kind of Wikipedia entry? A biography? A summary of one's achievements?

Soon enough the stories came pouring out.

There was frustration, there were tears, there was a lot of hope. But most of all there was a real love for telling stories and burning desire to create stories for children. (I have pasted my little cartoon notes of the delegates' responses below.)

When the session ended, Andrea told us how the evening before, a service person came to her hotel door to ask if she wanted her bed turned down for the night. When she said no, he offered her a fortune cookie. This what the fortune said:

'A diamond is a piece of carbon that stuck to its job.'

Writing is like standing on the edge of a cliff, Andrea told us. It's frightening to commit to something unknown.

I was nodding as she spoke. Because this is my daily battle. Every time I sit down to work on my manuscript, I am beset with self doubt. What if I get it wrong? What if I write something nobody wants? What if, after all that, I turn out to be a lousy writer? What if, what if, what if?

Enough with the what if, Andrea told us. All the worrying you're doing - about markets, about confidence, about craft - that's something else. You know what you want. You want to tell stories. 'When you write in a place where it's scary to go ... I hope this session has helped to push you off the cliff.'

With thanks and love to the retreat attendees who have made my writing world a bigger place.