Monday, 18 December 2017

Adventures in Writing: Based on a True Story - J.D. Paterson

Adventures in Writing: Based on a True Story - J.D. Paterson

Truth is stranger than fiction. How often we have heard that phrase, and many times it seems to be correct. The growing popularity of books and movies based on a true story has increased in recent years. Stories based on actual events lend a layer of interest and seeming importance as we narrate the human experience. 
As a writer, putting pen to paper to recount a tale from history can be an arduous task involving extensive research, not only regarding the events of the story but customs, language and social conduct appropriate for the time period – particularly in regard to women. What was scandalous in the Gilded Age would seem trivial to today’s reader. 
The AMERICAN GILT Trilogy is based on the true story of the Belmont-Whiting Scandal and the life of Sara Swan Whiting*, a young debutante who was shunned by New York society through no wrong doing of her own. The tale, which begins in 1880 and ends around 1926, stirred a passion in me to dig for the truth. Perhaps this passion was sparked by women’s rights and their treatment by society, an issue which is still pertinent in 2017. In any event, I felt the story needed to be told and took it upon myself to tell it.
Clearly, when writing a novel based on actual events research is very important and accuracy is essential. As I began my research I felt like a miner unearthing tidbits of truth, buried under years of gossip and the generally accepted propaganda. Like most gossip, bits of fact are mixed with personal opinion, muddying the waters of history. I was a detective hunting for clues, as one piece of information led to another and the story took shape, piecing itself together like a puzzle from the past. 
These days when you speak of research the mind goes directly to the internet, but there are records and information not available on the internet. Out-of-print books were hunted down. I mailed letters to cemeteries and organizations, visited libraries as well as historical societies, searching for information. I took a chance and reached out to the current owners of Sara’s family’s home and was rewarded with a personal tour of Swanhurst in Newport, R.I., bringing another facet of realism to the novels.

With these resources aside, here are five more tools I used when writing this story based on actual events: 

1.     Newspapers are an obvious step in research, but one must keep in mind that propaganda was rampant in 1880. The media was bought and manipulated by anyone with the money to do so, and the printed word was not always the truth. With that said, newspapers are an accurate way of noting important events and creating a timeline, but one must retain an aspect of skepticism regarding the truth of what is printed, just as we must when reading articles on the internet today. 
 
2.     Private correspondence is another way of digging into history. While researching AMERICAN GILT I discovered that Sara, my heroine, had several handwritten letters in a cache of family papers preserved by Columbia University Rare Books Library.
     Traveling to New York I was able to personally read actual mail written by not only Sara, but relevant family members regarding the scandal. I felt as though I’d found treasure! But, reading these was not as easy as it sounds, as the handwriting of the time was so flourishing, that it took me several years to learn how to decipher the penmanship. Yet, it was very exciting to know that Sara had written the notes I was holding in my hand, and revealed imperceptible aspects of her personality which I intended to transfer to my reader.
 
3.     Personal interviews can also add depth to the story. I was lucky to meet a descendant of Sara’s and hear her description of the scandal with the advantage of hindsight afforded by the years. Often times, it isn’t possible to locate living ancestors – or the living continue to perpetuate the accepted propaganda of a story. Either way, it reminds us that we are writing about actual people and aids to keep that important detail in focus.

4.     Timeline for any story is critical, but can get complicated when marking events from over 100 years ago. To that end I got out construction paper and actually drew timelines noting important events, making certain to be accurate in the dates and locations. Once that was done, I created another timeline with rows for important characters to note their whereabouts on any given date. It wouldn’t work to place Mrs. Belmont in a scene in Newport, Rhode Island, when in reality she was cruising the Nile in Egypt. These tools took a bit of time, but were invaluable reference when writing the chapters.

5.     Another tool I highly recommend is one used by screenwriters. That is the use of index cards to note a scene. I would transfer information from my timeline to an index card, marking the event/scene, characters, date, location, and other pertinent information. It is much simpler to shuffle the order of scenes on the index cards, than it is to copy and paste scenes to different page locations. There are many digital products for writers that accomplish this goal, but personally, I like to get off the computer screen when possible, enjoying the tangible use of paper. Often times I would arrange the index cards on the floor, placing them in order of scenes, and review the sequence of events. I found this gave me a bit more objectivity to the relevance of the scene and its placement in the manuscript. The cards kept my mind off the actual wording of a scene and focused on the specific events. Using index cards also made the shifting of scenes easier to follow when returning to the computer when adjustments were necessary. I have found this tool to be so helpful that I continue to use it when drafting story ideas.

It is important when writing a fact-based novel to get the details correct, but as with any story, it comes down to the characters. Getting under the skin of what your characters are feeling, seeing, smelling etc. is the core of transporting your reader into another time and place – indeed a different world. No matter what the setting or time period, human emotion and experience remains the same.

In the end, my strongest ally in writing the AMERICAN GILT Trilogy was passion. 
            I have a strong passion for the story. This passion carried me through 10 years of work on this project. Without a strong passion for the tale, I probably would have given up on the novels several years into writing. It was this passion that bred determination to complete the books and bring them to print. If you are considering writing a tale based on actual history, I suggest it be something you feel passionate about. 
Writing AMERICAN GILT was to travel through time, back to the gilded age, and now with the publication of the books, I take my reader with me. They have assured me it is a journey worth taking!
                                                                         – J.D. Peterson

Sara was a close friend of Edith Newbold Jones. Edith married and gained fame and respect as Edith Wharton, the Pulitzer Prize winning author of “The House of Mirth”, “The Age of Innocence”, “Ethan Frome” and more. Edith was outspoken in her disapproval of the cruelness of society, and a sentence or two in “The Age of Innocence” is a clear reference to the Belmont-Whiting scandal Edith’s friend Sara had become embroiled in

Sunday, 17 December 2017

Howlers – by Elizabeth Kay

As well as being a large New World monkey, a werewolf in full cry, or an unpleasant letter in a red envelope sent to someone at Hogwarts, the other definition of howler is a stupid mistake or ludicrous blunder. 

Some of them find their way into general parlance, particularly when used by a person of note, and Covfefe appears to have achieved this rather dubious status with the greatest of ease.
Like most writers, I have other forms of income and, like most writers, a lot of it consists of teaching. In the old days, before everyone thought they could write because their computers made everything look professional, howlers were limited to hard copy, whether it was a manuscript or a sign in a shop window. I fondly remember such delights as the notice in my local butcher’s, during a salmonella outbreak one Christmas: AVOID SALMONELLA BY OUR TURKEYS. It took me a moment to realise that it was the letter U that was missing. Both spelling mistakes and punctuation can radically change the meaning of a sentence, and misplaced apostrophes and omitted hyphens can do the same too. BEWARE MAN EATING TIGERS – man-eating would have worked so much better. Let’s eat, grandma, is preferable to  LET’S EAT GRANDMA. And – That’s all. I’ve finished. This means something very different to: THAT’S ALL I’VE FINISHED.
            But Spellcheck and Predictive Text have added a whole new dimension to what can go wrong. The muse Urania became the muse Urine in a poetry magazine, and Byron became Bryan. They bled profusely became they bred profusely. And a book I was editing for a rather adventurous elderly gentleman contained the sentence: She showed him how to give her an organism. I’m sure you can guess what that was meant to be. 

Howlers don’t have to be typos, of course. They can be factual inaccuracies. It’s always important to research things about which you may not be entirely certain, as one mistake can stop your reader from believing in anything that follows. I’m always glad that I didn’t spot the anachronism in C.S.Lewis’s The Silver Chair when I first read it. It wasn’t until many years later that I thought – hang on. Caspian is probably in his late teens when he meets the star’s daughter in The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, who he subsequently marries. But when Eustace arrives in Narnia at the beginning of The Silver Chair, Caspian is a very old man close to death. His son Rilian has disappeared, but when Eustace eventually finds him Rilian is a young man in his early twenties. Although men may be able to father children into their sixties and beyond, the star’s daughter would have been post-menopausal. Good job I didn’t know that at the time!

There are some terrific factual howlers to be found on the internet, of course. How many are genuine is questionable, but despite that here are some of my favourites:

A consonant is a large piece of land surrounded by water.
Big flies were hoovering all around the room.
Britain has a temporary climate.
The Andes are a race of people living in North America.
The King wore a scarlet robe trimmed with vermin. 
The Earth makes a resolution every 24 hours. 
Solomon had 300 wives and 700 cucumbers. 
The Jews were a proud people, but always had trouble with unsympathetic Genitals. 
In future all cars will be fitted with Catholic converters.
The Greeks invented three kinds of columns – Corinthian, Doric and Ironic.
A myth is a female moth.

Sir Francis Drake circumcised the world with a 100 foot clipper.
Three kinds of blood vessels are arteries, vanes and caterpillars.
Julius Caesar extinguished himself on the battlefields of Gaul.
Queen Elizabeth’s navy went out and defeated the Spanish Armadillo.
Abraham Lincoln wrote the Gettysburg Address while traveling from Washington to Gettysburg on the back of an envelope.
Handel was half German, half Italian, and half English.
A centimetre is an insect with a hundred legs.
Shakespeare wrote tragedies, comedies and hysterectomies, all in Islamic pentameter.

And as I’m in that sort of mood, here are few good mistranslations:

Hydraulic ram – water-sheep
The cup that cheers – tea for sad people
In a Copenhagen airline ticket office: We take your bags and send them in all directions.
In a Bangkok dry cleaner’s: Drop your trousers here for best results.
A barbershop in Zanzibar, Tanzania: Gentlemen’s throats cut with nice sharp razors.
Berlin cloakroom: Please hang yourself here.
If this is your first visit to the USSR, you are welcome to it.
South Korea: Choose twin bed or marriage size; we regret no King Kong size.
Italy: Please dial 7 to retrieve your auto from the garbage.
Italy: Suggestive views from every window.
Italy: If service is required, give two strokes to the maid and three to the waiter.
Spain: We highly recommend the hotel tart.
Qatar: Please do not use the lift when it is not working.
Thailand: Please do not bring solicitors into your room.

Mistranslations are an excellent comic device, as well. In my book Beware of Men with Moustaches, set in a fictional ex-Soviet republic, I had great fun with them:


One of the girls said, “I have – how do you say – period?”
You and me both, thought Julie, who was having a particularly difficult one.
“I think she means periodical,” said Sybil.
“Yes, periodical,” agreed the girl. She had waist-length plaits that shone like twists of liquorice, and dove-grey eyes rimmed with black lashes. “Periodical of recent nihilistic poems about radioactive poisoning.”

Ferris looked at Svetlana. “What did she say?”
“She was pleased you were learning Karetsefian. The chocolate sauce was – how do you say – on the roof.”
“House.”

Long live mistakes of every sort! They're great material.



Friday, 15 December 2017

Pondering Character in Fiction by Jane Thornley



I admit that life has totally thrown me off-course this month. In the midst of struggling with something personal (that has not yet been fused into my art), I am floundering. Forgive me, then, for republishing something I once posted on my blog a few years ago. I generally craft new material for this blog, thoughts emerging from my current writing life, but I just can't pull it off today.




Pondering Character in Fiction


Readers crave fictional characters who grow and change as they drive the story forward. A character in the process of internal transformation offers another plot to unfold within the story world, possibly the most important engine of all. Without character transformation, stories feel empty and one-dimensional. No matter what

Scarlet in Gone with the Wind comes to mind. Brewed in a deep well of privilege, she begins selfish, entitled, and manipulative, as fascinating as she is unlikable.  When blow after blow strikes her down, we cheer as she hoists herself back up and keeps on trudging through the mud of civil war. That's character. We want them strong, yet vulnerable. We want them to bleed, but still wade back into battle undaunted and, most importantly, we want them to learn from their trials.

We identify with the patterns of humanity we recognize. We need to see a living, beating heart in every book we read, even if it's science fiction or fantasy. That's where we identify the heroes that help us recognize a germ of the heroic in everyone.

As a writer, I set my characters on a path without knowing exactly how the voyage will transform them. So much of writing is a process of discovery for the author as well as the reader. We never take our fictional journeys alone. Being a "panster", I no more outline character arcs than I do plots which makes the end point a surprise for me as much as the reader.

Though series are supposedly more open to set characters doing what they do across multiple volumes, I've been developing a long character arc without even knowing it. For Phoebe McCabe in the Crime by Design series, a young woman begins in Rogue Wave believing that maturity can be measured in digits alone until life and mayhem force her to dig deep inside herself to discover her true substance. By Warp in the Weave, she is maturing, her edges hardening, and by book three in the series, she becomes a more heroic manifestation of her earlier self. By the time book five rolls around (due to be published in 2018), her inner revolution jettisons the series in a whole new direction.

In the end, it doesn't matter whether our stories are set in reality or in some semblance thereof, the core of fiction always pivots around what we recognize as human, even if it beats inside an alien heart.

Thursday, 14 December 2017

The best part of Submissions... by Louise Boland


A couple of months ago I got a bee in my bonnet about how outrageously writers are treated by many organisations who solicit for submissions.  Why ask for them and then ignore them, was my question.  Perhaps they get too many to handle?  But then why not just close their submissions process for a time until the backlog of responses has been worked through?   

As Katherine Roberts said to our call for advice, ‘yes is brilliant, no is good (because you can cross that publisher/agent off your list and move on), but silence is torture’. 

I was determined that we would establish a submissions process which shows respect for writers, and perhaps start a new trend out there – setting the bar higher for all those organisations who seek direct manuscript submissions.   

So I asked for views on a submissions code of practice for Fairlight Books and received many helpful suggestions and comments from Authors Electric et al.  I’m pleased to say that thanks to all the fantastic feedback we received, we now have a workable, fair, and respectful code of practice up and running. 

Here it is:  

 When we look at our submissions, I’m always very impressed by the care that writers take to read through our guidelines and provide submissions in the form we have requested.  Hopefully our new process will ensure that we always respond in kind. 

Much as I’d love to, we can’t publish all the many works we receive, and if we did, then Fairlight Books wouldn’t be what I’d like it to be – a place to nurture, publish and promote the best of quality writing.  

But I’m very happy and excited to say that from our submissions process we have signed up a number of very talented writers, many of whom are debut writers of longer fiction, and that we will be publishing their books in 2018.  Please watch this space and on our website in a couple of weeks, when we’ll start announcing details!

Fairlight Fiction - Coming Soon

Wednesday, 13 December 2017

Coventry - UK City of Culture 2021 by Ann Evans

Coventry's Lady Godiva, Pru Poretta at the Heritage
weekend. Photo by Rob Tysall.
As most people will know, Coventry, which is my home city, is to be the UK City of Culture 2021. Naturally, everyone is delighted and hoping that the new status is going to bring more prosperity into the city, as it has done for Hull, the current UK City of Culture.

There was competition for the title from Paisley, Stoke-on-Trent, Sunderland and Swansea. And actually, if Sunderland had won it, that would have been my second choice as my parents and past ancestors all hail from there.

The title is awarded every four years and Coventry will be the third UK City of Culture. Londonderry being the first in 2013, followed by Hull.

Our city has so much going for it despite no longer having the motor and machine tools industries that it once had. During the 1950s  and 60s Coventry was the second largest car manufacturing city in the world. It also led the way with machine tools. Alfred Herbert Ltd was once the largest machine tools manufacturing business in the world. And while that’s no longer there, the Herbert Art Gallery and Museum is named after him.

Sir Frank Whittle, the inventor of the jet engine was born in Coventry. There’s a centre in honour of his work at the Midlands Air Museum, Baginton, which is just on the city boundaries. And there’s a statue of him alongside the futuristic-looking Whittle Arch in Millennium Place in the city centre.

The Lady Godiva statue in Broadgate.
Photo by Rob Tysall.
Earlier in the city’s history, Coventry pioneered many industries – bicycles, clocks and watches, ribbons. In early Medieval times it was a thriving market town. Today, the city’s museums, buildings and monuments remind people of its industrious past. And today, businesses are flourishing, as are its Universities.

The city’s most famous monuments of course, are our two cathedrals: the ruins of the old Cathedral of St Michael's, so badly destroyed in the Coventry Blitz of 1940; and the awesome New Cathedral, designed by Sir Basil Spence and consecrated in 1962.
Not forgetting also, the City’s most famous woman, Lady Godiva. For the last 30 years or so, Pru Poretta has been an ambassador for Coventry as our modern day Lady Godiva.


On the literature scene, Coventry, writer and poet Philip Larkin (1922-1985) was born in the city and later became a university librarian in Hull. The Philip Larkin Society which was founded ten years after his death, point out that it’s fitting that Coventry should be taking on the mantle from Hull, which is the place where Larkin spent most of his adult life, and which shares many historical and cultural similarities.


Another famous writer born here in Coventry is Lee Child. Best known for his Jack Reacher novels, Lee, who was born in 1954, spent his early years in Coventry before moving to Birmingham. I was so fortunate to meet him at the Harrogate Crime Writers festival this summer, where he chatted to me about the things he remembered about Coventry.

Lee  Child and Ann Evans at the
Harrogate Crime Writer's Festival.
Another famous early writer was Angela Brazil (1868 – 1947), who was born in Preston, Lancashire but moved to Coventry in 1911. She was one of the first British writers of modern schoolgirl stories, publishing nearly 50 books of girls’ fiction, many set in boarding schools. Her stories remained popular until the 1960s; and her collection is now in Coventry Library.




From my own point of view, Coventry has inspired my writing, with the illustrated Children’s History of Coventry, which many of the city’s schools have in their libraries. And my YA novel, Celeste, a time slip thriller set in Coventry, with the cathedrals as the backdrop.

How about you, how inspirational is your city to you and your writing?

My trailer for Celeste features the old and new cathedrals, and you can view it here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AFDBEt9o3Fw








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Tuesday, 12 December 2017

Hell, No, I Won't Go!--Reb MacRath

Some cities are expensive to start with: New York, San Francisco, L.A...Others have high-rentness thrust upon them: in Atlanta, for example, after the 1996 Olympics rents simply went through the roof overnight. I've lived in both classes of city and found myself priced out again and again. And I've moseyed along with my head down.



 

Now, at a certain age, I  face more wrecking balls that build while they destroy dreams like Shiva.



Three years ago, when I moved from Charlotte to Seattle, this was a happening city.. And it still is, in a different way.. With a booming economy driven by Amazon, Microsoft and Google, Seattle has risen to fifth rank in the nation's least affordable cities.

An estimated 68 buildings are under construction or waiting to begin in midtown. Seattle has three times as many cranes as New York City, though a mere fraction of its size. And most of these buildings are either for apartments or offices for the Big Three. One bedroom apartments, in Seattle proper, rent for an average of $1953  month. And the cost of living comfortably here is $72, 092 a year.

Welcome to Dream City. I'm nowhere near that ballpark figure. And my dream of moving from a studio to a one bedroom apartment in a better part of town are, shall we say, challenged. As a writer, though, this city works for me. It keeps me young and productive. So, faced with the wrecking ball of rising rent, here is where I take my stand and refuse to be moved on.



And how do I, with a job I like but which is far from that ballpark. rise into the comfort zone and protect my place?

I start with the one thing I do have--my talent--and start to work like a man possessed. In the past two days off work, I've logged more than twenty hours on the fifth draft of my work in progress. Tomorrow I'll log in another ten or twelve. On work days I'll log in a minimum of four hours. And I'll keep at this pace relentlessly, producing more and more books.

I won't let go of Dream City.

No. Not this time. This is war, time to beat the wrecking balls by erecting superior houses of art.



Monday, 11 December 2017

Christmas Food :Misha Herwin



No, not the traditional turkey, goose, chicken, beef or pork. A pot full of golabki is one of the dishes we will be eating this Christmas Eve.
Because of my Polish family, my children were brought up celebrating both Christmas Eve and Christmas Day.  Which meant cooking two different meals.
On the night before Christmas we laid the table, putting wisps of hay, or straw under the cloth to remind us of Jesus in the manger. Then the youngest was set to look out for the first star, or that at least was the theory and it did give the kids something to do.
Once the star was sighted then Christmas could begin. First the baby Jesus was put in our homemade crib, then came the distribution of the oplatek. The thin wafer, like communion bread, that in those days was sent to us by our family in Poland. Each person took a piece and shared it with all the others, kissing them and wishing them a happy Christmas.
After that it was presents under the Christmas tree and finally when all the wrapping paper had been cleared up, the food.
Twelve different dishes, one for each of the disciples was the tradition. Some were British, like salad, or cooked chicken, others Polish like the pot full of cabbage wrapped parcels above.
Like a lot of traditional food much of this cooking is very time consuming. For golombki the cabbage leaves must first be blanched, filling the kitchen with steam while I am frying onions and mixing them together with cooked rice, minced pork, seasoning and herbs.
When the leave are soft enough, they are removed and laid out on a board to be filled and folded, a process which requires asbestos fingers. Then the golombki are layered into a casserole and I pour over a mixture of Heinz tomato soup, water, stock and tomato puree. Not quite what my grandmother would have done, but over the years we have evolved a truly fusion cuisine.
Everything goes into the oven for about an hour, or so while I tidy up and remember all those long gone Christmases and speculate whether my grandchildren will in years to come be wrapping cabbage leaves around handfuls of pork mixture and thinking back to their childhood.

Sunday, 10 December 2017

Christmas treats - Karen Bush

Coming up to Christmas I have a couple of books that I return to year after year. Like mince pies, mulled wine, and those seasonal TV repeats of Its A Wonderful Life, The Grinch, A Muppet Christmas Carol, and White Christmas, I am irresistibly drawn back to them ... No matter that I know them inside out, I still enjoy them just as much as the first time round. And if you are going to re-visit them, the run-up to Christmas is of course, the perfect time ...

A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens - although I prefer listening to this one as an audiobook, and it makes a nice change from carols. And sometimes our local open air museum presents a wonderful reading by Mr Dickens himself ...

Doomsday Book by Connie Willis - a time travel piece set around Christmas and involving the Black Death ... sounds grim, but it's gripping stuff.

The Dark is Rising by Susan Cooper - my favourite of Cooper's books, as well as the first one of hers I ever read. Captures perfectly for me those noisy, bustling family Christmases of my youth - plus it's a fabulous story!

And as a follow-up - as for some inexplicable reason it is never repeated - I watch a DVD of The Box of Delights: a much loved childhood book, and I fell in love with this series when it first aired on the BBC.

So what are your Christmas treats?



 
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Saturday, 9 December 2017

Forgive me, friends, I'm all wrote out... by Julia Jones



Thank you Claudia Myatt
for designing our logo
It was on this day, three years ago, that I published my first John's Campaign blog: John's Campaign and June's and 800,000 more.  I can't, this evening, find the words to describe all that has happened since. I am tempted to cheat and to refer you at once (here it is) to Nicci's anniversary evocation (published in the Observer) of the place we find ourselves now.  She sees us dancing in an open field, lonely at first, but soon joined by one brave soul and then another. It's not long before the whole field, the fair field full of folk, is alive with movement and that glorious release of creativity that comes from being an individual in a crowd when it's not you that matters, nor the other dancers, but the music that lifts and controls you all. I don't mean the Pied Piper of Hamelin or sirens luring sailors to their doom, this is a dance that transforms the place where you are. John's Campaign has unexpectedly become a movement. It's something people can use to do things that they already wanted to do.

I also wrote an anniversary article last week. Mine was necessarily different (I can't write like Nicci anyway) because its audience was different. My article was for the Health Service Journal, read, I am told by Chief Executives and Policy Makers. The HSJ editor has been kind to us (I think perhaps a relative of his was in an older person's ward earlier this year?) but one of the more unexpected lessons we have learned since 2014 is the relative impotence of CEOs, policymakers and other people with apparent power. 

The wisest of them know this. I remember our shock when Nicci and I first went to see England's Chief Nurse and the NHS England Patient Experience team -- truly good people. They saw our point and understood what we wanted but declined to wave their magic wands of Power. They told us that they'd had enough of ordering people to stand up and dance to a particular tune. It had so often led to trouble -- the law of unintended consequences. Try a policy of protecting mealtimes so that patients are not disturbed by medics wanting to come and stick needles in them - and what happens? inadvertently you have created a situation where Mrs Jones's anxious daughter, who has travelled miles to visit her ailing Mum, is not "allowed" to remain by the bedside while lunch is being served, despite the fact that her mother then spends the "protected" period spitting her food in well-directed arcs around the cubicle because she's convinced the healthcare assistant is trying to poison her. If our campaign was to succeed, said these sadly-experienced policy-makers, people had to want to stand up and dance with us.

And they have. In all four countries of the UK there has been one single nurse, perhaps with a team supporting her, who has stepped forward, pointed their toes, stretched out their arms and (as my children would say) begun to "throw shapes". 

Jo is second from right, next to Nicci
Thank you, Jo James, lead dementia nurse at Imperial College Healthcare NHS Trust in London, for committing yourself and your team to take as long as was needed to stick CARERS WELCOME posters on every single ward door in your immense metropolitan hospitals. 

Thank you, Karen Wilson, senior charge nurse of Ward 12 Wishaw General Hospital in Lanarkshire, for getting in touch via facebook to say that you and your colleagues always welcomed carers but you had decided to formalise your welcome, so you too would be sticking up a poster.  (And thank you, Andy Pender, in the Emergency Admissions Unit of the same hospital, for emailing a week later to say that you hadn't been routinely keeping people together with their family members but you'd seen this was causing distress and you were going to use our campaign to change your ways of working.)

Delyth, in blue, holds a "pasport gofalwr"
Diolch, Delyth Fon Thomas, acute dementia nurse specialist and prevention of delirium facilitator, in Glaslyn ward, Ysbyty Gwynedd for welcoming our campaign to Wales and acclimatising it as Ymgyrch John. 

Thank you, Paula Thompson of Downe dementia ward, Downpatrick, Northern Ireland for using John's Campaign as part of a variety of measures to ensure that patients on your mental health ward (several of whom are detained compulsorily) have the best quality of life, physically and emotionally, until the end of their days, if they reach that moment while in your care. 

There are so many others -- Dr Natasha Lord, the first clinical psychologist to pledge support in her mental health wards, Dr David Oliver, practicing geriatrician and eminent member of societies, Sharon Thomson, manager of the Moat House in Essex, who was persuaded to be the first English Care Home manager to join us.  Truly the list could go on as ward managers and directors of nursing, charity chiefs and carer liaison workers began linking arms and twirling to the tune. Not our tune, you understand, but the tune that we began hearing together, a human tune that was in our hearts all along. All that Nicci and I did, three years ago, was give it a name. 

We didn't ask people to paint birds on their ceilings so people lying on trolleys would have something to look at "for John's Campaign". We didn't insist that they sit in their offices every Monday evening offering carers support "for John's Campaign". Neither did we ask for comfort packs to be supplied, camp-beds purchased, family rooms re-decorated, car-parking fees reduced "for John's Campaign". Yet all these things have happened in many different places.

When I began writing this post this evening I felt I had no more words to offer. Currently we are making another effort to persuade the people with power that they do want to affirm the actions that have already been taken by others. This is for the obvious reasons of equality and continuity -- and retirement. We want to be able to go off and rub our blisters (or return to different forms of writing) knowing that it is safe for others to carry on, encouraged and applauded. So, today, I'd spent most of my time writing "persuasive" letters (as they teach you in GCSE Eng lang). It felt pointless and sterile but I'd set myself to do it.

Then I went for my regular tragi-comedy evening session with Mum and her fellow-residents and staff in their advanced dementia "suite". It's not a ward and it's not (however hard it tries) a home but it is the most extraordinary, indefinable community. Words work differently in Willow. They're quite troublesome often and actions (behaviours) are frequently more eloquent. A bit like John's Campaign? Perhaps. I was inarticulate when I returned and couldn't explain at all to Francis what had made the evening's interactions so touching, so exhausting, so... sui generis. That would take a different level of language altogether. 

This three year period has been one of kaleidoscopic and fleetingly intense relationships -- as you have when you are caught up in a dance (or a movement). So I'm giving up on words now and leaving you with three photographs that were taken last week in Ireland. 

This is Theresa, a former nurse, living with dementia, who wrote a brilliant article in our Observer series and then flew -- on her own -- from Belfast to London last autumn to speak passionately and eloquently at our conference.  Theresa doesn't find life easy, she describes her brain as "like mud" but she is infuriated by people who talk about people with dementia and arrange things for them without having the basic courtesy and good sense to consult them. I am uneasy about this picture because it shows a potential gap of misunderstanding.  I could be about to be patronising; Theresa could be about to be suspicious.
As it happened Theresa and I were so truly glad to see one another -- neither had expected that the other would be at the event -- that once we had the good sense to give each other a big hug, everything was unequivocally okay.

This might be one of the weirdest photos ever -- I'm wriggling and gibbering like someone in a Harry Potter enchantment. Yet the person I'm with is Deirdre and I'd never met her before but we'd emailed one another as she signed up first one ward, then another and another in different hospitals in the South Eastern health and care trust. Deirdre was one of the nurses who met me with a gorgeous smile and simply took me under her wing. I could wriggle and gibber as much as I liked, with Deirdre I knew I was okay. 

Three years meeting and working with people like Deirdre and Theresa have been three unforgettable years.
I choose that word advisedly.




Friday, 8 December 2017

Writers Retreat • Lynne Garner

For a couple of years myself and better half have been talking off and on about what would make me a more productive writer. My reply (most of the time tongue in cheek) has been a house with no distractions and a very nice view.

Therefore, for the last few outings/holidays I've taken photographs of houses/properties I think may meet my criteria. As we live in hopes my premium bonds will win enough to purchase my ideal 'writing pad.'

So, these are just a few that have made it to the list so far.

I started think big! St Elizabeth's Castle, Jersey might do the trick. I'd have to put up with visitors part of the day but I would think when it's closed I'd get a lot of writing done.



Perhaps the house in line with the boat looks like it may be isolated enough (taken from a vantage point in Padstow).


Or maybe the large white house tucked away on it's own (on the right hand side of the photo) near Lulworth Cove would make me more productive. 


With this bay I'm not being fussy either of the two houses tucked away in the top right hand corner would defiantly, possibly, maybe make me a more productive writer. 


It's possible purchasing one of the holiday rooms at this country house (in the New Forest) would enable me to get my next WIP completed in record time. 


Although I'd have to keep away from the pond as the fish may see me. They have this ability to make you feel very guilty once you've run out of fish food! Making me less productive.


Now I've shared mine what would your ultimate writing pad look like?

Lynne

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Thursday, 7 December 2017

Santa’s Clauses by Bill Kirton

To counterbalance my seasonal ‘Bah humbug’ stance, I’ve resurrected and updated a piece I wrote nearly 50 years ago. (I even got paid for it when it was used in an educational anthology of some sort.)


 Dear sirs,

I am writing to you to make certain points about my conditions of employment which I feel are due for renegotiation.

1. Transport
Most representatives of my acquaintance drive a company car. I appreciate that an open sleigh has the charm of tradition but, in the northern hemisphere, it is hardly the ideal form of locomotion for late December. Also, while having it propelled by reindeer rather than fossil fuels significantly enhances our environmental credentials, the PR department's campaign to promote the image of my lead reindeer has resulted in unrest amongst the others. He now considers himself to be a superstar, holds an Equity card, and flaunts his celebrity status to such an extent that the others have developed militant tendencies which have led to some perilous arbitration disputes in the sky over Barnsley, Southampton and other densely populated areas.

2 Uniform
If you agree on the inappropriateness of the means of transport, it will follow that the big red coat and Wellington boots are also superfluous. Given the lack of chimneys and the ubiquity of small bore central heating systems, it has become increasingly difficult to gain access to some premises in order to place display material. A sleeker, foam-lined, skin diver’s outfit in Lycra would be much more appropriate. And I would like permission to shave. Again, I acknowledge the traditional value of the long white beard; but it effectively prohibits any active social life and is probably the main reason why I am still a bachelor.

3 Area
My conversations with other representatives have confirmed what I have always suspected, i.e. that my area is much too large. No other employer expects one representative to cover the whole world in a single night. I suggest, therefore, that we discontinue the practice of leaving courtesy cards at the homes of those who do not share the Christian faith, and that you employ a second representative for the southern hemisphere. Also, given that the Factories Act requires employees to record a statutory 90 days before they are entitled to a holiday, I would bring to your attention the fact that at this rate, working one night a year, I shall be 114 before I qualify.

4 Changing markets
I do not have exact figures but it is common knowledge that the world population is increasing exponentially at an alarming rate. And the new citizens are all children. Also, current socio-political conditions and the utterances and actions of leaders on both sides of the Atlantic have devalued notions of benevolence, bonhomie and charity, and fostered increased cynicism, amongst parents and children alike, to such an extent that belief in Father Christmas has been significantly eroded. I am secure enough in myself not to allow this to pose any existential problem, however, many children, thanks to their familiarity with games such as Grand Theft Auto, now seek to obtain evidence of my existence, or otherwise, by setting big steel traps in the fireplace. I think my salary should reflect this added hazard.

5 Factory
I have never understood why our manufacturing division’s premises were built at the strategically inconvenient North Pole, nor why recruitment policies favour elves. In terms of basic economics, if in any one year the vagaries of fashion promote a particularly large or heavy must-have toy, productivity invariably slows to critical levels.

To sum up: I would propose that the factory be resited in Monte Carlo, that height restrictions on employees be discarded, that Christmas be staggered, and that Rudolph be sold to the makers of Pedigree Chum.

Yours faithfully,

S. Claus

Wednesday, 6 December 2017

If it's Saturday, it must be Sheffield ... by Debbie Bennett



This is Sheffield on a cold but sunny Saturday in November. Galaxy 4 is a shop specialising in Dr Who merchandise, and those people are queuing to buy a DVD and/or books. I am sitting just inside the window behind a table with a black cloth and a name placard with a pen and ready to sign purchases! Yes, those people are queuing to see me!

Well, OK - they are more likely to be queuing to meet Damaris Hayman, tv actress who starred in the early 1970s Dr Who story The Daemons. She's also just starred in White Witch of Devil's End - a follow-on from the original story. Part monologue, part drama, this is a sequence of six short episodes where Olive Hawthorne talks about her life as protector of Devil's End. White Witch launched in November - and I wrote one of the episodes.

So I now have my first IMDb credit as a scriptwriter and I get to sign DVD sleeves alongside Damaris and some of the other writers. Plus there is the book too - a novelisation and expansion of the stories - in two editions. I adapted my episode and that's a whole new blog post in itself: most times the story comes first and the script out of the story. This was about-face, with the script being the starting point to create a deeper novelette ...


Standing: David J Hose, Sam Stone, me, Andrew Mark Thompson
Seated: Damaris Hayman, Keith Barnfather
It's weird being a part of all this. I could get used to it! Unfortunately I missed the first launch in Forbidden Planet. I had an attack of vertigo - the first major attack I've had in ten years, but it's really not funny when the floor won't keep still! I didn't dare get onto a train where the doors wouldn't open again for at least an hour ... I'm not entirely comfortable with the swaying movements of those trains on a good day.

But we move on. It's Sunday (two weeks later) and we're in Manchester, doing a talk, Q&A and signing in Waterstones in the Arndale Centre. Last time I was here was as a punter meeting crime-thriller queen Kim Chambers (and somehow ending up in the pub with her later ...). Now I'm several rungs higher on the literary ladder to be attending as one of the signers, rather than a signee!

So I'm standing up and waffling to an audience consisting of a few die-hard fans who've turned up, plus assorted family, random onlookers and people drinking coffee who had no choice but to listen. And it all went rather well. I'm getting better at speaking in public, although it's still not something I find easy.

Next stop for me is Birmingham Waterstones in January, where we are appearing at a ticketed evening event, no less, followed by Derby in early Feb as a guest of the Whoovers.

Yes, I could definitely get used to this - the life of a proper writer. It's just a shame I have to come back to housework and the prospect of being up at 7am tomorrow for the day job!




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