How to describe it? I can tell you what it isn’t. The book doesn’t fit the RomCom genre. Although there are elements of comedy within its themes, A Measured Man’s humour is poignant. Sometimes it’s painful, at times exasperating. Aubrey Tennant is a complex character as you’d expect from my novels. I placed it in the contemporary literary fiction category because that seemed to be the best fit.
At the heart of the book is the unusual relationship between Aubrey Tennant and Lisa Miller. It isn’t so much a slow burner: it’s a slow realisation of what they both want for the rest of their lives.
Who is the Measured Man?
Aubrey Tennant is a bachelor in his fifties who is still looking for his ideal woman. The trouble is, he has exacting requirements. He relies on rehearsed questions to extract from potential candidates what he needs to know. When he meets Lisa Miller on his annual trip to Torquay he doesn’t know she’s already buried two husbands.
Promoting A Measured Man
As a self-published author I try to put as much effort into self promotion as I’m able. Sometimes the #CRPS gets in the way and I have to rest but I’m still learning how to get my message out to potential readers.
The first thing I did to find early feedback on A Measured Man was contact a local neighbourhood group to offer freebies pre-publication. This has brought me some valuable contacts and a ready-made email list for other books.
I’ve gone back to Goodreads and made sure all my books stop linking to Amazon France.
I’ve found out how I can share designs I create on Canva with Twitter and Instagram. I love Canva. I know it isn’t oriented especially for authors as is Bookbrush but I find Canva easy to understand and use.
I’ve learned how to use Facebook adverts so that I can redirect people who click on the link to my author page on Amazon where all my books are listed.
I’m also experimenting with three of my books on Kobo, an alternative ebook reader to see if I can find an audience there.
Where to get your copy
You can order in the UK on the link that appears here.
Older readers are beginning to have their message heard but I hope the folks in the picture above are in a book club. I can’t think of any other reason why you’d sit around a table sharing favourite gems from fiction you’ve enjoyed with such a wide grin on your face.
Correction. I can actually imagine several reasons. Here’s one:
Maybe the book is erotica and, instead of reminiscing about the days when they could complete the sexual gymnastics described in Chapter Five, they’ve all decided to slip upstairs at the nursing home, swap rooms and give it a go.
Sorry, I get sarcastic when the subject of older readers comes up. Thankfully since my last post on the subject: Gran Lit. Are you serious? there’s been a shift in publishers’ thinking. I’m not claiming any credit for that. I’m just one of many voices including the knowledgeable and experienced members of the Books for Older Readers Facebook page. Here’s a link BFOR. There’s a website too www.booksforolderreaders.co.uk established in October 2017 to promote books (mainly fiction) with older protagonists or themes which tend to appeal to readers in mid-life or beyond.
Older readers. Do they count?
They surely do. There are a lot of us. And publishers are taking notice. I’m glad it’s happening but it depends on how you define old. In a current competition from Harper Collins HQ division authors over 40 yrs. old are invited to submit unpublished work where the main character is also over 40. Over 40? They call that OLD? Heavens to Betsy, they still haven’t got it right.
Look here, you publishers. 18% of the UK population is OVER 65. In 2019 the total population is estimated at 66, 937,197 so roughly 11 and a half million of us fit this older reader bracket. If you want to count older as being from age 40 you’re looking at a much higher number.
Older readers. Where are they?
According to a 2019 survey the top ten towns and cities where the average age of the population is over 40 are as follows alphabetically: Barnsley, Birkenhead, Blackpool, Bournemouth, Mansfield, Southend-on-Sea, Sunderland, Swansea, Wakefield and Worthing. At an average age of just over 43, Blackpool is the place with the largest percentage of older people.
Now, let me tell you, people DO NOT go to Blackpool for a quiet spell of rest and relaxation. I believe it’s reasonable to say that Blackpool still ranks as the UK’s number one getaway for a dirty weekend. It has night clubs and casinos, break-your-neck rides at the Pleasure Beach and, let’s not forget, Blackpool Tower where all the hip-swivelling contestants aim to be in Strictly Come Dancing every year. Cruise the bars along the promenade this summer and I bet you it ain’t spring chickens under those kiss-me-quick hats.
Older readers. What do they read?
If you Google what do older people read? here’s what you get.
It’s interesting that once you add the word older, the algorithms assume you’re looking for support with ageing problems. I found Reading interests and needs of older people – based on a survey dated 1973. There doesn’t seem to be anything more recent.
In a section called ‘Books older people can read’ the Age UK website recommends A Spool of Blue Thread by Anne Tyler, one of my favourite authors. I approve of their choice but not of their title. What do they mean by ‘Can‘ read? Are they saying we can’t read books by younger writers?
In a 2012 study the university of Leicester asked why older people struggle to read fine print. They came to the conclusion that older people struggle with fine detail and prefer slightly blurred text????
I really don’t get the blurred thing. Larger print – yes. But blurred?
And so to Amazon. Dearie me. If you search the great Zon for books for the elderly they’ll suggest colouring books. Lots of fine details in those things, folks. If you search books for older readers Amazon assumes you mean older children and up pops Horrid Henry. If you search books with older characters Amazon can’t cope. It gets completely confused and offers Peppa Pig.
According to the website Next Avenue-where grown-ups keep growing older readers(female) still want to read romance and, apparently, there’s a growing demand from Boomers for erotica ebooks. I imagine they wouldn’t want the paperback hanging around the house for all to see but Next Avenue’s findings lend some validation to my imagined scenario in the nursing home. Cheesy grin.
Older readers. So what do they want?
I posted the following questions on my Celia Micklefield FB author page. I also made a nuisance of myself asking friends and members of local groups I belong to.
Have your reading tastes changed since you were young?
Does it matter that there isn’t a genre for older readers?
Some said their tastes had broadened and they now read the kinds of books that didn’t interest them when they were younger. Non fiction and self-help books featured in this wider taste. However, they still read what they have always enjoyed be it, crime, mystery, horror, sic-fi, fantasy etc. They didn’t think growing older had had any effect on their choices.
Some older readers said they enjoyed re-reading classics and old favourites. This got me thinking and, yes, I would love to read The Thornbirds again.
Almost all reported they didn’t think it necessary to have a separate genre for older readers. They can decide if a book is right for their taste by the blurb, they said, or by recommendation from friends. They feel they already have enough reminders they’re getting on in years without there being special bookshelves for older readers.
So it looks like we’re back to choosing by genre what you read whatever your age.
Choosing by genre
I’ve always had a problem with genre. I enjoy reading books with multiple threads, time slips so you can discover what happened in a character’s past especially when they don’t know it themselves, a strong plot and settings that make you feel you’re walking the streets in the book’s backdrop. Realistic dialogue appropriate for each character is a must and I don’t care if it’s English or U.S. spelling as long as it’s right for the mood and setting. I particularly enjoy characters with problems to solve. Throw in a hint of mystery and I’m on Chapter Three already!
You can find all of the above in a Saga, Sci-Fi, Mystery, Crime, Romance etc. etc. So, for me at least, genre is not the number one factor affecting my choice of book to read. If the first few paragraphs draw me in I’m reaching for my bank card.
The purpose of books?
I’m 70 now. Jeez, how did that happen? I don’t live in any of the Top Ten older population towns but in my corner of Norfolk near the east coast of England, I bet we’d make the Top Twenty. I don’t subscribe to the apparent interest in erotica but I did read 50 Shades out of curiosity. After a very short time my practical/dark humour head switched into gear and I wondered where you could possibly find a twenty-one year old virgin these days. Moreover, how she could walk and sit down comfortably after such frequent ravaging for her first sexual encounters beggars belief.
But, what do I know? I’m not a huge best-seller like Erika Leonard. She’s 56, you know. I wonder if she’s been to Blackpool?
The purpose of the books I choose will vary according to how I’m feeling and what my current needs are:escapism, entertainment, wanderlust, educational and so on. Sometimes all I want is an easy read I can pick up and put down as and when. At other times I want to devote my whole day to another author’s creation. That’s the underpinning need for variety in my nature, something that hasn’t changed since I learned to read.
My fiction for older readers
As I love reading a wide variety of kinds of novels I suppose it’s no surprise I enjoy writing them too. All my work is suitable for the older reader and not necessarily just for women.
Arse(d) Ends, inspired by words ending in the letters a.r.s.e. and Queer as Folk are collections of short (and not so short) stories, some darkly humorous, some outright quirky. They’ll make you smile or shiver!
Patterns of Our Lives is a saga from 1935 to 2009. Family secrets from World War Two surface generations later. You might need a box of tissues with this one.
Trobairitz the Storyteller is general/literary fiction set in southern France where I used to live. With hints of mystery and romance my contemporary female troubadour entertains long haul drivers at an overnight truck stop by telling them a story.
The Sandman and Mrs Carter is a psychological mystery/drama. Mrs Wendy Carter never speaks for herself. Five characters tell her story from their point of view. There’s a mystery voice too, partly revealed at the end leaving readers with some thinking to do.
Non-fiction
I should mention People Who Hurt too. It’s my only non-fiction title. Being an older woman didn’t protect me from getting into a toxic relationship when I was in my fifties. People Who Hurt is part memoir and part informational. I know it’s helped others and I’m happy to offer it free on KU. Here’s a link if you’d like to read a sample.
All my books feature older characters with problems to solve. Here’s a link to my Amazon author page
You can also find my work in the English language sections across Europe and beyond.
If you’re an older reader and would like to share your thoughts take a look at the BFOR Facebook page.
Many thanks to Books For Older Readers for allowing me this slot on their Blog Blitz this month. Don’t forget to subscribe to my mailing list if you’d like news of upcoming offers. Leave a few words in the comments box too. I love to hear from other readers/authors.
Available on Kindle first from August 12th, The Sandman and Mrs Carter promises to mess with your mind.
Click on image to go to Amazon UK.
The Sandman and Mrs Carter
is a psychological domestic drama with more than a touch of mystery.
Five named characters tell Wendy Carter’s story through their viewpoints. But who is the mystery narrator who seems to know everything about everybody?
The mystery voice gives the reader clues and says, “You can never be inside someone else’s head. If you could wouldn’t that mean you’d have to be out of your own and where would that leave you?”
Isn’t that a question and a half?
Stories with layers
I love reading stories with layers. I enjoy the discovery of characters’ foibles. A satisfying read pleases me when it gets me thinking I have it all worked out just before the author throws in another twist and sets me off down a different path. Mostly, I love to be intrigued.
So I suppose it’s no surprise that this is the kind of novel I enjoy writing.
Creative narrative schemes.
I like to be a little different with my narratives. For years we’ve heard all good stories must have a beginning, a middle and an end. While we can’t argue with time itself which never goes backwards we can get creative with the way we present it in novels. Okay, we must have a beginning, middle and end but in books they don’t have to come in that order, do they? Life’s journey isn’t a straight line: there are sidetracks and dark alleys; mountains to climb and oceans to navigate; flights of fancy and tunnels of gloom. As an author I can plan where the sidetracks appear. I can conjure up an unexpected setback or happy accident.
Suffice it to say I love intrigue. In The Sandman and Mrs Carter there’s plenty of it.
‘Hooked’ of Lincoln messaged me on FB to say she intended to read a chapter before turning out the light but went on to chapter ten!
Oooh, she described herself as ‘hooked’. I like that.
Who is the mystery narrator?
Really? Is it? Come on, you don’t expect me to tell you.
All I will say is, you guessed it, you have to read the book! I promise you you’ll think you know and then you’ll think you know again.
So if you enjoy a book that keeps you guessing you’re going to love The Sandman and Mrs Carter.
Send me a message when you think you’ve worked it out but don’t tell your friends. You wouldn’t want to spoil it for them now would you?
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Happy reading!
The Sandman and Mrs Carter is available on all Amazon platforms in Europe, USA, India etc. The paperback version is available very soon.
You remember green eggs and ham? My kids loved Dr Seuss stories. So did I. Here’s a kids’ video clip to remind you.
Sam pestered so much for his friend to try green eggs and ham that in the end . . . what do you know? The lesson is this: you have to try things before you can say you don’t like them.
My own green eggs and ham experience
I’m coming to it. What has this to do with writing fiction? And green eggs and ham? Yes. really, I’m coming to it.
Recently I met two new people. When I learned what they used to do my jaw dropped. One was a consultant medical neuro-pathologist. One used to be a truck driver.
This is how the conversation went with the retired consultant.
She: There’s a lot of current research into mild brain injuries. Even one trauma can have repercussions.
Me: Really? What kind of repercussions?
She: A whole host of pain-related conditions.
Me: How about transient global amnesia?
She: You know about that?
Me: Yes. I had a bizarre episode last August when I forgot everything.
She: What had happened to you before?
Me: I was knocked down by a car and banged my head on the ground. I broke bones, too. Now I’ve got CRPS. They call it algodystrophy here.
Trust me. We’re getting to the green eggs and ham bit.
This fabulous woman explained to me what had been happening in my brain. Eight months later, at a time of stress, my brain said Enough. It shut me down. Made me sleep. Afterwards, I forgot the forgetting.
Her explanation in simple terms put me in a different place. I felt relieved. There was a reason this amnesia had happened to me. What a superb coincidence I met her.
I had a lovely conversation with the truck driver, too who I met while he was walking his dogs. He has loads of tales to tell. Adventures. Characters. Places. Unusual goods. I’m plotting Book Two of Trobairitz – my female truck driver. I’d been hoping to take myself up to the truck stop nearby on the motorway and eavesdrop snatches of conversation, even ask questions outright. But I have problems driving since my injuries. Now I have a trucker right on my own doorstep. What another superb coincidence.
How come these two people suddenly arrived in my life?
Coincidence?
Here we go. This is it. The green eggs and ham moment.
In fiction I cannot abide coincidence. It riles me no end. So much so, I was inspired to write my own little ditty. Apologies to Dr Seuss.
Coincidence
In future, past or present tense
We do not like coincidence.
We do not like it, Cee or Mick.
We think it is an author’s trick.
They do it when they’re in a spot.
They do it to support a plot.
They usually do it in the middle.
It is deceit. It is a fiddle.
The hero hides behind a door.
Hears facts he never knew before.
Clues she left upon the bed. Duh!
Something missing in the shed. Duh!
Coincidence along the street.
Convenient strangers characters meet.
Authors must know it is a ‘fou’.
But do not know what else to do.
It walks and quacks just like a duck.
We do not want it in a book.
We do not want it in our fiction.
It is a cop-out, causing friction.
It is not good. It is not clever.
We’d ban coincidence forever.
And yet, and yet, we do declare
Coincidence is everywhere.
We do not like it when we’re reading.
But it fills the life we’re leading.
No easy-outs in fiction stuff.
In Life, we like it well enough.
Plots and story lines that rely too much on coincidence annoy me. But the truth is, coincidence does happen in real life. Maybe it’s time for me to try it in my fiction. It’s my own, personal green eggs and ham.
But I think I’ll try it in a short story first.
What do you think about the use of coincidence in fiction?
I have to get my love of writing head back on my shoulders. Christmas and new year celebrations are finished. The decorations come down this weekend. The house will look bare and I know I’ll have an urge to go round cleaning everything. The fridge needs sorting out – I’ve forgotten what’s in there. There’s a heap of washing and ironing left over from before Christmas and then we got French electricity tariff ‘red days’ and I couldn’t do it anyway without running up a huge bill.
So there’s plenty of housework type stuff to do. I’ll do it. Slowly. Don’t talk to me while I’m doing it because my head will be somewhere else and I won’t answer you.
I’ll be organising my love of writing thoughts. Making plans.
Because I must write. Without writing I’m not myself. Something’s missing. When I drift off into that thinking-land you might as well talk to the wall because I’m not in. Celia is in her head but she’s not in the room.
But why must I write? Oh, that’s a good question.
It’s more than that, though. It’s so much more than slotting into a comfortable routine. So much more than any other thing that you fit into your normal daily activities. Writing is not in the same category as sweeping the floor or making the beds – small jobs which, for me, do carry a trace element of a sense of satisfaction when the job’s done.
Writing is not even in the same category as eating or sleeping – bigger jobs that are absolutely vital to your well-being.
Think about the need to breathe and you’re getting close.
Writing is as much a part of me now as is the CRPS I was diagnosed with last year. CRPS is why everything I do is now done s-l-o-w-l-y. It hurts to move. It hurts more to stretch. Constant pain saps energy and leaves you feeling very low. There are times when I feel I’ve completely lost the creative spark to begin something new. But on good days?
I have that desire. Sometimes it feels more like an affliction. It’s an itch that must be scratched. A hunger that must be fed. It’s selfish and unreasonable and is not open to negotiation.
Sorry chaps, but it’s better than sex. Or chocolate.
It is an all-consuming passion that teases and tempts. Sometimes it abandons you or flatly rejects you. Slaps you in the face and makes you feel a fool.
Sometimes, though, it loves you back.
It’s for these moments you carry on. You make your plans. You do your research. You find things you never knew. You find things about yourself you never knew.
I’m making plans for my writing in 2015. Books Two and Three of Trobairitz are in outline only. A second collection of short stories is further along the pipeline. ‘Queer as Folk’ should be ready in spring and features more ‘quirky’ short stories about ordinary people in extraordinary situations.
I’d like to make more effort keeping in touch with online writing groups but if I can’t I won’t beat myself up. On good days I have to write.
Thank you for reading my Random Thoughts page. Feel free to message me with your own thoughts. I’m on Twitter @cmicklefield and have a FB author page.
Publication of TROBAIRITZ the Storyteller goes ahead. Here’s the front and back cover.
What does the cover of TROBAIRITZ tell you?
First, I want it to have warmth. A satisfying, bread and butter sort of comfort. A cover that does something to your senses, even makes your mouth water.
A cover that says it’s not quite in the world you know. An imaginary world. Almost dreamlike.
I hope it makes you ask yourself questions.
Why is it a picture of a village?
Where is it? Does it look like England? No.
Why are there no people in the design?
What does the word Trobairitz mean?
( I wrote a post on who the Trobairitz were. Here is a link to that post. You can go to the Categories section on the right sidebar and in the drop down box choose Trobairitz for all my posts on this subject.)
So, the Trobairitz were female troubadours of the 12th and 13th centuries. What has that got to do with my new novel set in present day Languedoc?
Bringing the past into the present
Trobairitz were bringers of news and storytellers. They sang, too, to their own accompaniment and their themes were often about current affairs and romantic love as well as traditions and the place of women within values and attitudes of the times.
My 21st century Trobairitz is a truck driver. At an overnight truck stop in the heart of Languedoc, Weed tells a story. The themes of tradition and women and relationships are woven into the tale she tells but in her real life those are the very things that cause her problems.
The fact that Weed’s story is set in a circulade is also relevant. A circulade is built in the shape of a snail shell. Curving rows of houses surround and protect the church on top of the hill. They’re designed to confuse raiders. Even today it’s possible to lose one’s way in the maze of narrow streets and alleyways.
In TROBAIRITZ the Storyteller,the shape of the village is reflected in the stories Weed tells. There is a central theme, hiding under the archways, shrinking back into narrow passageways, revealing itself only gradually. I like that kind of a tease in books.
I decided to lighten the appearance of the cover for this first of the TROBAIRITZ trilogy. The original was too dark and didn’t give the right feel. You’ll see there’s still a bit of darkness hovering in the background and, as in real life, there will be episodes of darker happenings as Weed’s story progresses.
I deliberately chose not to have people and/or faces in the design. When I’m reading I like to make up my own images of what the characters look like. I especially don’t like those front covers showing ladies clad in silks and satins etc. which bear no resemblance to the actual story. You might want to read a previous post about book covers.
Why did I make Weed a truck driver?
Our resident teenage online gamer, aka Gollum Boy gave me the idea. We were eating dinner one night and I said,
‘What kind of a job would a woman have where she travelled about to different places all the time?’
‘That’s easy,’ he said. ‘She drives a truck.’
Duh. Why hadn’t I thought of that? I love trucks. I think they’re the sexiest vehicles on the road. GB’s suggestion was perfect for the character I had in mind: a feisty lady who knows how to handle working in a man’s world, a woman who enjoys men’s company but has issues with commitment.
Why does she have issues with commitment? And why is she called Weed?
Ah. TROBAIRITZ the Storyteller – book one of the trilogy is available next Friday 28th November. Just in time for Christmas stockings!
You’ve got to have an author brand. Here on the Huffington Post they tell you why you need one. See, you have to stand out. There’s a lot of competition out there. How is an author to attract buyers to his/her work when there are so many other writers with similar appeal?
I used the word ‘buyers’. See what I did there? Not readers. BUYERS. Because when push comes to shove, as authors we are in the business of selling whether we like to think about that or not.
In a former life I learned a bit about selling. I demonstrated product at trade shows and discovered that potential customers respond well to a smile and a friendly approach. I had the advantage of that brief face to face meeting and the product at hand for them to see and touch and listen to me talking about it. The product and I made a lot of sales.
So how can I get to the people who might want to buy my books? I can’t meet them face to face and smile at them. I can’t demonstrate that this is exactly the book they want to read next. I can’t make them feel they’re dealing with a supplier who has a professional approach and will deliver what they’re looking for.
But I have to try.
Selling my writing is no different from any other market place.
No different from selling toys at the toy fair or bullocks at the cattle market. There are sellers and there are buyers. I just have to find the right buyers. They are out there, but they won’t come looking for me.
So, what is the purpose of a brand? With cattle, it’s about who they belong to. It’s a recognisable mark that shows who is the owner. How can I apply that thinking to my books?
The internet is full of advice about marketing yourself and your books:
Know your audience
comes out very high on the list of things to consider when building your author brand.
Question: Who is most likely to want to read my novels?
Answer: Women like me. Curious women. Not necessarily my age.
Question: What purpose does my novel serve?
Answer: To meet emotional needs.
My author brand must give my readers a warm feeling. I want them to look at the cover of my novels and know they will be going on an emotional journey which, although there will be heartache, there’ll be some kind of hopeful denouement.
And when they have read and enjoyed their first book by Celia Micklefield, I want them to know they can expect a similar experience from the next one. There will be characters they can care about. In the plot there will be shocks and twists and tragedy and successes.
And when they turn the last page I’d like to give them that momentary sense of sadness, that small bereavement of having finished with those characters and their story. I want them to want more. So they’ll go and buy the next one.
My author brand must show in my Tweets and on my author FaceBook page and here in my posts on my website. I’d like to have book covers that say ‘Ah, another story by Celia Micklefield’
I’m working on it.
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Some people feel sad when they finish reading a book or a series. There’s a new hole in their lives, they say, when the last page is turned and the characters they’ve come to know and support fade away.
Here on Reddit, there’s a discussion about how finishing a book causes sadness.
Bailey laments the coming to the end of a series in 2013 in her BookBlogging blog.
In Yahoo answers the discussion mentions sadness at finishing a book because the reader has become so attached to the characters.
On GoodReads, too, there are readers who explain how they feel sad when they’ve finished reading a book they’ve really enjoyed.
So how do writers feel when they’ve finished?
If you can feel sad when you’ve finished reading a book, how much sadder are you going to feel when you’ve finished writing one?
The writers at Jungle Red discuss it here. Most writers feel something of a kind of emptiness but deal with it in different ways. Some jump straight back into the next novel. Others enjoy taking a break.
Flaubert said this –
“I love my work with a love that is frenzied and perverted, as an ascetic loves the hair shirt that scratches his belly. Sometimes, when I am empty, when words don’t come, when I find I haven’t written a single sentence after scribbling whole pages, I collapse on my couch and lie there dazed, bogged in a swamp of despair, hating myself and blaming myself for this demented pride which makes me pant after a chimera. A quarter of an hour later everything changes; my heart is pounding with joy. Last Wednesday I had to get up and fetch my handkerchief; tears were streaming down my face. I had been moved by my own writing; the emotion I had conceived, the phrase that rendered it, and satisfaction of having found the phrase–all were causing me to experience the most exquisite pleasure.”
-Flaubert
He must have been depressed beyond imagination when he actually finished.
I admit I’ve made myself cry
when I’ve killed off characters. I’ve got myself all riled up during arguments between my fictitious people and found it difficult not to take sides. I’ve felt for myself the heartwarming/heartbreaking bits, but the act of finishing, actually coming to ‘The End’ has been a very strange feeling indeed.
When I finish a short story, I can’t wait to submit it and see if a magazine is going to take it up. I don’t grieve for the fact that story is finished. I’m not so invested in the characters. I’d be wrung out like a rag if I became so deeply involved as with the characters in a full length novel.
So, now I’m missing the characters in Patterns of Our Lives. They’ve been a part of my life for so long. The best I can do for them now is market the book and find ways to promote my work and persuade people to read it so they can come to love Sandra and Jean, Polish George and Ronnie Logan and all the others. Like grown up children, they have to go out into the world.
I’ll leave the final words to the Bard:-
Juliet:
‘Tis almost morning, I would have thee gone—
And yet no farther than a wan-ton’s bird,
That lets it hop a little from his hand,
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
And with a silken thread plucks it back again,
So loving-jealous of his liberty.
Romeo:
I would I were thy bird.
Juliet:
Sweet, so would I,
Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow. [Exit above]
A writer friend of mine invited me to take part in a blog tour. Would I be interested in answering a few questions about the main character in my Work in Progress?
Patterns of Our Lives
Oh, I said. I haven’t got a work in Progress. It’s finished. I’m taking a break before starting the next one.
It didn’t matter. I could use Patterns of Our Lives for the blog tour questions. So, it’s thanks to Siobhan Daiko that I’m bringing you the results. She is currently working on her novel The Orchid Tree, set in Honk Kong 1941-1945 and 1948-1949. We’ve both chosen to have events of World War Two feature strongly in our first novels. We’ve also both been inspired by old photographs.
Siobhan is an accomplished writer whose work is very highly rated by readers and by other authors. I’ve read the opening to The Orchid Tree and it sounds exactly the kind of read I enjoy.
Here’s a link to Siobhan’s blog, where you can find out more information about Siobhan and her work.
I think blog tours are a great way for writers to share news and help each other. This one was started here and I thank Teagan for getting this thing rolling.
Here goes.
What is the name of your character? Is he/she fictional or historic person?
My present day character is widow, Audrey Freeman, returned to England from Australia to search for the truth about her mother. The real main character is Jean Thompson who lived through World War Two. They are fictional characters. Any resemblance to real people is for me to know and for my readers to wonder.
When and where is the story set?
The novel has two settings. First there’s Kingsley, Yorkshire, 1935 to 1965, a fictitious town based on my birthplace of Keighley and its neighbour Bingley. My second setting is Walsingham, in Norfolk 2009-2010.
The dual narrative treatment allows the reader to discover more about Audrey Freeman’s ancestry than she knows herself.
What should we know about him/her?
You don’t need to know anything in advance about Audrey. She’s chatty and tells you all about herself right from the off. We learn straight away how she cherishes old family photographs.
Readers see Jean’s life in the sections of ‘snapshots’ from the past. We get to see events Audrey has no access to. The snapshots she cherishes don’t tell her the whole story. In Jean’s era, when they left school at fourteen, young people moved straight from childhood to become an adult with adult responsibilities. There was no in between stage. Teenagers hadn’t been invented.
What is the main conflict? What messes up his/her life?
The main and obvious conflict is World War Two and how it affects my characters in a north of England industrial town where munition factories worked round the clock.
What messes up both Jean’s and Audrey’s lives are the secrets passed on from one generation to the next.
What is the personal goal of the character?
Audrey wants to find out the truth about her mother’s past. Jean wants to find love.
Is there a working title and can we read more about it?
My working title was Walsingham Matilda. It wasn’t until I wrote a scene where Audrey uses the phrase ‘patterns of our lives’ that the lightbulb moment arrived and I realised all I needed to do was add capital letters and I had my new and more appropriate title. It sums up the theme of the book perfectly.
When is publication?
Patterns of Our Lives is available from June 14th 2014. It’s just gone live on Amazon as a paperback. I haven’t yet finished formatting for Kindle.
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I‘m delighted with the cover for Patterns of Our Lives.
So much so, I’ve decided to reveal the cover of my upcoming novel. Here’s a sneak preview:
Cover reveal
Patterns of Our Lives
My first novel is a family saga from 1935 to 2010. Set in Yorkshire and Norfolk, the book follows widow Audrey Freeman’s search for the truth about her mother.
How could generations of one family keep so many secrets for so long?
Do you know the full story of all those people who feature in your old photograph albums? Those little square black and white pictures don’t tell the whole truth. Maybe none of us is ever meant to know.
Heartwarming, heartbreaking, Patterns of Our Lives is essentially a story about love and the sacrifices people make in its name.
I’ve borrowed heavily from knowledge of my birthplace but I’ve messed around with its geography. I ask the good people of Keighley, West Yorkshire and their neighbours in Bingley for their forgiveness. Kingsley is my fictitious town based on both my former haunts.
Similarly, I ask the people of Norfolk to forgive my messing with their geography, too.
Of Yorkshire and Norfolk in wartime I have no personal experience. Events in Patterns of Our Lives are authentic. Characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons either living or dead is entirely coincidental.
But then, I would say that, wouldn’t I?
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(Edited June 8th) Publication date brought forward to June 14th. Get it for your summer read.