tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23340074970115220692024-03-13T11:08:23.226-07:00Claire's Brussels BlogMusings, rantings, general ramblings,
and insights into my worldClairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06198153808722570798noreply@blogger.comBlogger297125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334007497011522069.post-5169447633339445822012-09-26T08:08:00.001-07:002012-09-26T08:08:53.342-07:00HarperCollins reviews my book, Inevitable <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06198153808722570798noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334007497011522069.post-76286836139299254982012-07-24T15:48:00.001-07:002012-07-24T15:48:52.784-07:00Author Q&A: Katie O'Rourke<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>Yourself? </b>introspective, quirky, optimistic<br />
<b>Your book?</b> connection, growth, strength<br />
<b>Writing, as an experience?</b> personal, satisfying, vulnerable<br />
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<b>You say you've been writing "seriously" for about a decade. What does "seriously" look like to you? </b></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;">It doesn’t feel real yet. I don’t know when it will. I had a little book party to celebrate with friends and I did a reading. I’m loving that people are finally reading it and I’m getting feedback. I check my amazon reviews daily. And also, my extended family is reading it and I’m getting responses trickling in. That’s really rewarding.<br />
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The next one is about cousins who reunite as adults after a long separation during childhood. They were close as children but have lived very different lives after the divorce of one set of parents and the ramifications of that. It’s another book that alternates narration and it includes the perspective of their grandmother. It deals with the repetition of family history and issues of identity. Like, how much of who we are is already determined when we’re ten years old? What can a decade of separation do to change who we are?<br />
The third book has a single narrator. Jenna is a people-pleaser dealing with the death of a parent when she unearths a family secret.<b> </b></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;">Absolutely. For me, family dynamics are fascinating. Patterns that get repeated through generations, often unconsciously. I also like strong female characters who are more interested in finding their path in life than finding Mr. Right.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;">I think it’s really hard. I think there is no shortage of writing talent, which makes the competition fierce. Plenty of crap gets published, promoted and purchased. And good writing that doesn’t get into the right hands will never see the light of day. It’s discouraging. I think you have to be really persistent.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;">I have a trio of characters percolating in my head. They’re unlikely friends- like two of them only know each other because of the third person. I think we all have people like that in our life- people we might not be friends with if it weren’t for the fact that they’re family or they married in or they helped us through a really tough time in life and we’re loyal to that. It broadens our world view. I haven’t figured out what their story is yet. I’m still getting to know them.</span></span></div>
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When I started my first degree back in the mists of time, Sainsbury's
had just launched their first reward card. I became a little obsessed
with it.<br />
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I realise I may be alone in thinking this, but that first
card was better than its successor, the Nectar Card, and here's how:
you could use it for air miles. And air miles were straight forward,
tax-free, and generously allocated.<br />
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After a term's worth of
(basically) cheddar, bread, tea bags and milk, I was able to treat
myself to a flight back to Guernsey to see much-loved, much-missed
friends from my gap year. I'd eaten at least one meal in college per day
during that time, but I'd been savvy and always chosen the make of
bread or cheddar or tea bags that carried extra reward points (and there
were many of those back then), and so basically one term's worth of
lunchtime cheese toasties had been sufficient to carry me home. I know
Guernsey isn't far, but still, that's some achievement. And my
brilliance at collecting reward points was, now that I think about it,
something of a legend among my group of friends. (Maybe not a legend; I
exaggerate for the sake of poetry. But it was nonetheless mentioned from
time to time.)<br />
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Now that I'm about to start the whole university
thing again (though it will be called "school") I have picked up this
obsession where it left off. America loves reward points. It loves them!
And most beloved of all, as far as I can tell, are the frequent flyer
miles. Unlike the Air Miles of old (wistful sigh), each airline has its
own scheme, which makes it more complex, and a lot harder work to figure
out. I'm flying to DC with British Airways, who are an American
Airlines partner, so I've opened an account with them, though I've
opened several others too. I plan at some point to spend a substantial
amount of time looking through the web site of each scheme and collating
information on exactly which restaurant, which credit card, which
hotel, earns me how many points with which airline. Maybe even doing a
nifty thing involving a giant map and colour coding. Because it's not
just flights - you can earn them on everything. I mean, <em>everything</em>.
You can spend them on everything too, but I won't be doing that - mine
are for seeing the world. Well, Colorado and California, anyway.<br />
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My air miles collecting will be legendary once more.</div>Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06198153808722570798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334007497011522069.post-23105390214929451592012-07-03T01:52:00.002-07:002012-07-03T01:52:27.239-07:00Aaron Sorkin does not have a woman problem.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I’ve watched, as you ought to know by now if you’ve been
reading this blog with any regularity, every episode of the West Wing multiple
times. I’ve watched Studio 60 at least twice; I’ve watched and rewatched the
Social Network. I’ve watched the first two episodes of the Newsroom. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I’ve never once felt insulted as a woman. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I’ve also never once felt insulted as a Christian. Yes, he
writes about some pretty strange, crazy and dislikeable people who call
themselves Christian. In one case, he writes about one who is neither strange nor
dislikeable but who behaves in ways that I would see as being at odds with her faith.
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Do those people exist in the real world? Absolutely. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Do the women Aaron Sorkin writes about exist in the real
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So, you’re all shocked that McKenzie can be competent as a
journalist in a war zone yet fails to use email properly and over-reacts to a
mistake she makes that she knows will make Will crazy, jeopardise their already
difficult working relationship, and embarrass both of them in front of their
staff. Of course I know women who would calmly breathe, tell themselves “I’m a
professional”, and walk away. I think I also know women who would react like her.
I know women (and men) who are hopeless with technology despite being
intelligent people, too. It’s plausible. It’s more than plausible- it’s
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People are full of contradictions. Aren’t they? <o:p></o:p></div>
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Intelligent but lacking in emotional intelligence. Incredibly
messy yet borderline obsessive compulsive about not cracking their book spines.
Working in war zones yet shying away from conflict in their private lives. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Do you really not know any women who are super confident in
one area yet a little ditzy or flaky or crazy in another? I do. On a good day,
I might even put myself in that category. Maybe the reason I get protective of
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Maybe this is also why I wrote a novel that people criticise
because its main character is an accomplished politician yet still wistfully
daydreams about a guy she never quite got together with a long time ago. Maybe
Aaron Sorkin has influenced me even more than I realise.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I don’t think he is laying out a blueprint for all
women everywhere: he writes about a certain kind of person. Do you get men
bemoaning that most of the guys he writes, for example, are hopeless at
relationships? They understand it’s fiction. They understand that he is not
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Come to think of it, most of his characters are
super-intelligent and articulate. Is everyone in real life super-intelligent
and articulate? No. Hardly anyone is. But some people are. And those are the
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Here’s the thing: if you are a woman, he is not writing
about you personally. Nor is he writing about all women everywhere – about how
they do behave or how they should behave. He is writing about these particular
people, and he invented them, so he knows how they react and what makes them
tick. So let him write about complex, contradictory characters, even if they
are women. They’re his characters. He should know.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The internet is aflutter with excitement about Aaron Sorkin’s new television show, <em>The Newsroom</em>. All kinds of questions are being asked: how will Sorkin write a Republican protagonist? Where’s Bradley Whitford? Will <em>The Newsroom</em> air anywhere besides the US?</div>
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For a long time, my friends in London had been telling me I should watch it. “It’s all about politics,” they’d say. “You like politics.” They were right. Once I gave in, the show took over my life. And something surprising happened in me as I watched: I fell in love with the English language.</div>
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As a child and teenager, I wrote prolifically -- in French, which is my mother tongue. When we moved back to the UK, and English became my dominant language, I did not feel so inspired. French, I was convinced, was superior. It was beautiful. English was not.</div>
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But that was before Aaron Sorkin convinced me otherwise. His mastery of the language awoke something in me that had been dormant for years. “Oratory should raise your heart rate,” says one of his characters, and that is exactly what his words did for me. I began to devour novels. I began to itch to write again.</div>
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Sorkin assumes an intelligent viewer, and yet still teaches them a multitude of things. He doesn’t shy away from difficult or controversial issues. And in the language itself there is poetry, too, and rhythm:</div>
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Sorkin is also skilled at developing complex and memorable characters, avoiding, for example, the liberal temptation to paint all Republicans as evil. Life is not black and white, and nor should fiction be if it is to be believable.</div>
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Josh Lyman – deftly played by Bradley Whitford - is one such character: arrogant, brilliant, and deeply wounded. He is also at the center of a will-they-won’t-they storyline which kept many viewers hooked; I wanted my writing to do that, too. The restraint which Aaron Sorkin showed in not getting Josh and his assistant Donna together too soon – and the resulting tension - is one of the defining features of the show. I wanted to create characters as compelling as Josh and Donna; I wanted my stories, like Sorkin’s, to reflect the complexities of life in general and romance in particular.</div>
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So it was that walking home one summer Saturday after a morning of French teaching, an unexpected thought occurred to me: wouldn’t it be fun to tutor Bradley Whitford? And that was the start of my first novel, in which someone very much like me teaches French to someone a little like him, who inspires her to move to Washington DC and (many years later) become a Senator.</div>
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Given the source of my inspiration, it was perhaps inevitable that politics would provide the backdrop to the story. My friends in London had been right: this wasn’t a new interest. I chose Sociology in my last two years of high school and almost studied Social and Political Science at University. I was once passionate about that stuff. And <em>The West Wing</em> prodded at that, too. Prodded and poked and awoke the beast.</div>
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And of course, I had to visit Washington, and the city stole my heart. Maybe it was the majesty of the monuments or the colors of autumn: we don’t have the deep, deep red of the maple tree in Europe. Maybe it was the surreal sense of stepping into a fictional world that had seemed only to exist on screens and in my imagination. Maybe it was eavesdropping on high-level conversations in classy restaurants. Maybe it was the abundance of literary events and of bookshops with names <em>like Politics and Prose</em>. Maybe – most likely of all – it was the fact that my writing feels intricately bound up with DC and the corridors of political power. Hard to tell. But I knew I wanted to live there.</div>
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Writing, by then, had become a serious passion; I began to dream about studying it full-time. And when I dream, I reach for Google. I typed in “MFA” and “DC”, omitting “two birds”, “one stone”. And it came up with American University, a place which not only offered exactly what I needed in terms of the course but which also – oh, happy day! -- was rated number one nationally for its political involvement.</div>
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I’ll be moving to DC in August. Perhaps to embark on a whole new chapter of my life complete with best-selling novels, a part-time voluntary job at the Democratic Party, and my very own Josh Lyman. Or perhaps just for a two-year adventure. But either way, it’s because of Aaron Sorkin. It’s because of <em>The West Wing</em>.</div>Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06198153808722570798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334007497011522069.post-3537459755265582052012-06-22T14:37:00.000-07:002012-06-22T14:37:29.823-07:00Nice places to eat: Keops Palačinkarnica, Belgrade<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I've been saying for months now that I'm going to start blogging about places I've enjoyed eating.<br />
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One of the best places to be in the early-evening yet still stifling heat of Belgrade is by the river. And the river is helpfully lined with cafés. We chose one towards the end of the row, because we had a pushchair with us and <a href="http://www.keops.co.rs/index_en.html" target="_blank">this particular one</a> offered reasonable access, and also because my friend had been there before and knew they did good crepes.<br />
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There was a table free right by the water's edge: a good sign from the start. I<a href="http://conqueringbabel.wordpress.com/2011/10/26/3-essential-phrases-to-learn-before-you-go-on-holiday/" target="_blank"> feel terrible assuming that people away from home naturally speak my language</a>, but was chuffed when it turned out that they had a menu in English. I went for a Rafaello - the white chocolate, almond and something. The reason I don't remember the something is that I asked for it to be replaced with Nutella - although it's not called Nutella here. My friend pulled a face and said "that'll be really sweet" - and it was, but it was also delicious, and plenty big enough too. I rounded off my mini-meal with my second fresh pink grapefruit juice and enjoyed the view and the relative cool of the evening air. Recommended.<br />
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Service: 9/10 - polite, efficient, multi-lingual but not over-eager<br />
Food and drink: 8.5/10 - the bonus .5 point is for their being obliging in modifying my order! (Always important for me, since I tend to "know what I want" - as parents say of stubborn toddlers.)<br />
Surroundings: 9/10 - looking out onto the river<br />
Overall experience: 9/10 - not too touristy, not too busy, good atmosphere, non-intrusive music, and a welcome evening breeze. Great place to savour a dessert.</div>Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06198153808722570798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334007497011522069.post-14430827949964304082012-06-14T03:33:00.000-07:002012-06-14T03:33:33.554-07:00Past perfect, future not so tense...I'm in the advanced stages of a profound bout of nostalgia this morning.<br />
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I was trying to remember the name of a Spanish <a href="http://astore.amazon.co.uk/clasbrublo-21/detail/0174446853">grammar book </a>we used at university, and in desperation emailed the languages faculty at Cambridge - not expecting for one minute to hear back from the secretary who was there when we started in 1997. I remember her really fondly, so I exchanged a few emails with her, as well as another lecturer. I had a quick look on the homepage - most of whose contents would not have been online "back then". I found, among other things, my own exam papers from 1999 and several well-known names among the staff.<br />
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All of this reminded me that I loved university - I often think about the social side, and the picturesque surroundings, but I had forgotten how much I enjoyed learning. I'm giving my notice to my landlady today, which is more or less going to break my heart, so that was just what I needed as I set off for another two years of study. <i>Now</i> I'm excited...<br />
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(Apologies to <a href="http://www.barrycooper.com/">Barry Cooper</a> for the mildly plagiaristic title of this post...)Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06198153808722570798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334007497011522069.post-55775455769133609762012-06-11T15:39:00.000-07:002012-06-11T15:39:03.364-07:00The Newsroom: a confessionI have a confession to make. <div>
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3. Barack Obama, Hillary Clinton and Joe Biden all smiled at me from the wall of the waiting room, seemingly genuine welcome-to-America smiles.<br />
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5. Fresh orange juice, almond croissant, and a coffee to celebrate.<br />
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6. Politico's Senior Editor is in town for a lecture on the American election. I overcome my fear and speak to him about internships, and start to dream.<br />
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7. The Brussels metro is, randomly, playing a song by one of my favourite Spanish bands.Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06198153808722570798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334007497011522069.post-73965856486181287082012-05-09T12:48:00.000-07:002012-05-09T12:48:06.152-07:00"Going up" to AU<br />
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2. All the way home I hope that the new edition of The Writer magazine is waiting for me in my postbox, and it is.<br />
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That works quite well as a general outline, and I may still use it, to show the main plot points and the fluctuations in the Candidate's numbers as well as in Aaron and Louisa's non-relationship (which would be in a different colour, just above the yellow Post-Its.). But it doesn't help me with the kind of detailed outline that I need - scene by scene - and it also doesn't provide a way for me to easily see which scenes still need to be written. </div>
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Cue a Google search of "planning my novel with Post-Its". I discovered <a href="http://www.julie-cohen.com/blog/2010/09/17/post-it-plotting/" target="_blank">Julie Cohen's blog</a>, and her solution seemed to work well for me. Best of all, she was doing it with Post-Its and paper. But she didn't have a timeline that I could see - and she didn't have the issue of needing to separate finished and unfinished scenes.</div>
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Then - possibly in a midnight epiphany - I remembered this <a href="http://pinterest.com/brusselsclaire/pins/?filter=likes" target="_blank">pin</a> I'd liked on Pinterest. (The idea, and the picture, comes from <a href="http://jenhewett.blogspot.com/2011/02/msel-jen-hewett-guide-to-managing-it.html" target="_blank">jenhewett.blogspot.com</a>.) If I adapted the model a little, I could use a left hand page for scenes written, and the facing right hand page for scenes yet to be done. Once I've written a scene, I move the corresponding Post-It from the right hand side to the left hand side. </div>
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But in any case, if you missed the excitement in my tweets and Facebook profile a few weeks back, here are the three main things happening at the moment.<br />
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- Inevitable is now at number 4 on Authonomy. <br />
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This, theoretically at least, means that it will make the top five on 1st May, after a year on the site and many more hours faffing around on it than I care to count. Every month, the five at the top of the list get whisked away to the desk of a HarperCollins editor (at least, we all hope it's an editor and not a junior editorial assistant in her first week of work experience), and several weeks or sometimes months later an extensive comment is received. We all hope it'll be accompanied by the instant offer of a publishing contract, but it hardly ever is. <br />
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Still, though, reviews can be very useful if you are seeking to make changes prior to self-publication, or if you want to write to agents with soundbites like "HarperCollins said this book had an interesting premise." And I just want to get there now. (Which, by the way, you can help me with, if you go <a href='http://www.tinyurl.com/inevitablenovel' target='_blank'>here</a>, take thirty seconds or so to register, and then click "back the book". Thank you!)<br />
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- Meanwhile, I've also paid to have a couple of professional reviews done. The first from the London Writers' Club, which is run by two literary agents who offer to report back on your first 50 pages, plus - crucially - the query letter and synopsis that have, in my case, failed to enthuse anyone in the publishing world so far. That one was kind of devastating - mainly because I felt as if they hadn't "got" my book, but had tried to pigeonhole it into something it isn't, and doesn't want to be - but it did contain nuggets of helpfulness. The second was much more useful - it's a wonderful <a href='http://www.romanticnovelistsassociation.org/index.php/join/new_writers_scheme' target='_blank'>scheme for new writers</a> run by the Romantic Novelists' Association, in which you get an in-depth critique of the whole novel from an experienced writer. I got a detailed six-page report which was encouraging but not pandering and gave me many useful pointers. <br />
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- The most exciting thing to happen so far has been that through a connection with an author whose work I love, I got to send <i>Inevitable</i> to an editor at a major New York publishing house. (You don't usually get to do that except through an agent, and I haven't managed to snag one of those yet.) I haven't heard anything back, and in a way I'm not surprised - but the set of circumstances which led to this were fairytale-like and inspired the plot for my third novel, so that's good enough for me. Well, almost. <br />
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So now I have a choice. Either way, I am going to work on it some more, but then what? Self-publishing? I was dead against this a year ago, but am coming round to the idea. Most importantly, it gets your work out there rather than keeping it sitting in a draw. It's so cheap, so easy, and people I know are making decent money at it. But should that be the main consideration? No, it shouldn't. In a way, I wish I'd never looked into the world of publishing. I deliberately avoided all of that in my first 18 months of serious writing because I wanted to write for the pleasure of writing. And that childlike innocence is not something I'll ever be able to recover. <br />
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Since I'm hopefully about to spend two years working on my writing - and, crucially, getting coaching - I am thinking I should probably hold off in any case. If, by the time I have my MFA from American University (sorry, I just have to keep saying that!) and have reworked <i>Inevitable</i> and met several agents, there is still no interest, then I probably will take the plunge. Or, by then, I'll be wise enough to know not to bother. Either way, though, <i>Inevitable</i> will always have a place in my heart and I think I'll always be proud of it. <br />
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Meanwhile, I'm working on my second novel. <i>Primary Season</i> tells the story of an evangelical Christian named Louisa Perry who works in Democratic politics. It's not always easy, let me tell you, and it's not made any easier by her crush on the maddeningly attractive Aaron Rosenberg. A lighter read? Welllll, maybe. Hopefully not a predictable one, though. <br />
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2. Is there anything more satisfying than the swift and efficient arrival of a large Amazon parcel?<br />
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3. I embrace the expat lifestyle and head out to a quiz in an Irish pub, where the service is friendly, and they even give me a pint of iced tap water without my having to grovel, as well as a free round of drinks for being too slow. Now that's service.Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06198153808722570798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334007497011522069.post-84848659038577501772012-03-08T15:48:00.000-08:002012-03-08T15:48:20.886-08:00A review of my ebook, Conquering Babel<div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px !important; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 8px;">Sometimes you send your book out for review, full of hope and expectation for glowing praise and vastly increased sales.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px !important; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 8px;">Almost always you are disappointed.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px !important; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 8px;">Not this time.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px !important; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 8px;">Up on the <em><a href="http://becomingmadame.wordpress.com/2012/03/08/conquering-life-in-a-foreign-language-a-review-of-conquering-babel/" style="color: #222222;" target="_blank">Becoming Madame</a></em> blog is a thorough, thoughtful review of language learning and how my little <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Conquering-Babel-Practical-Learning-ebook/dp/B005LBRBAA" style="color: #222222;" target="_blank">eBook</a> can fit into the process.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px !important; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 8px;">This is my favourite line.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px !important; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 8px;"><em>Sprinkled with humor, charm and anecdotal reinforcement, we feel like our big sister is imparting on us some of her seasoned and tested advice.</em></div>Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06198153808722570798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334007497011522069.post-83753612214508527162012-03-05T15:07:00.000-08:002012-03-05T15:07:53.441-08:00How you can help my book to sell, in 30 secondsI started dreaming about writing this post for that happy day when Inevitable might get published, but then I thought, you know what, I do actually have another book for sale already, so here's a dry run.<br />
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Some of these things may seem tiny, insignificant, irrelevant, or pointless, but it all adds up. All of them will take under a minute. I would so appreciate it if you could take a minute or so out for this.<br />
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1. Go to <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Conquering-Babel-Practical-Learning-ebook/dp/B005LBRBAA/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1330987774&sr=8-1" target="_blank">this link for <b>Amazon.com</b></a>, or <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Conquering-Babel-Practical-Learning-ebook/dp/B005LBRBAA/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1330987826&sr=8-1" target="_blank">this one for <b>Amazon.co.uk</b></a> and click "like" next to the title.<br />
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2. While you're there, scroll down to "tags customers associate with this product" and click on "agree with these tags".<br />
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3. If you're on <b>Twitter</b>, copy and paste this and tweet it:<br />
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Want to learn a language? This eBook tells you how: <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Conquering-Babel-Practical-Learning-ebook/dp/B005LBRBAA/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1330987826&sr=8-1">http://www.amazon.co.uk/Conquering-Babel-Practical-Learning-ebook/dp/B005LBRBAA/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1330987826&sr=8-1</a> (Twitter will automatically shorten the link.)<br />
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That's for the UK - for the US use this one instead:<br />
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Want to learn a language? This eBook tells you how: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Conquering-Babel-Practical-Learning-ebook/dp/B005LBRBAA/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1330988079&sr=8-1">http://www.amazon.com/Conquering-Babel-Practical-Learning-ebook/dp/B005LBRBAA/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1330988079&sr=8-1</a><br />
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4. If you're on <b>GoodReads</b><i style="font-weight: bold;">, </i>click on<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/12531170-conquering-babel" target="_blank"> this link</a> and add to your "to-read" shelf.<br />
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5. While you're there, scroll down to "recommend to my friends" and click those people you think might like it.<br />
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6, If you're on <b>Pinterest</b>, repin <a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/271271577524847823/" target="_blank">this</a> onto a board that works for you, like "books worth reading" or "friends" or "books my friends have written" or "learning a language".<br />
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Isn't social networking fun?!<br />
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If you've done all those things and you're still, say, waiting for the kettle to boil, or the bus to arrive, or the bank to answer your phone call, you can also try these:<br />
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7. Add a comment to Amazon (and an honest star-rating). (If you haven't read it, you can find extracts on <a href="http://www.authonomy.com/books/36480/conquering-babel-a-practical-guide-to-learning-a-language/" target="_blank">Authonomy </a>)<br />
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8. Add a comment to GoodReads (and an honest star-rating).<br />
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9. Add the link to your Facebook profile.<br />
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10. Email friends you know who might enjoy it.<br />
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<b>Thank you so, so much! </b>Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06198153808722570798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334007497011522069.post-16888991105064969862012-03-03T10:30:00.000-08:002012-03-03T10:30:27.791-08:00Thoughts on Season Five of the West WingMy heart always starts sinking midway through season four, because I am approaching the end of the Aaron Sorkin era.<br />
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But then it starts annoying me. It's episode 5 when I notice it, "Disaster Relief". Firstly, Donna acts as if she doesn't know what <i>Schadenfreude</i> meant. Come on, of course she does. She's way smarter than that.<br />
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So, time to skip ahead to the Supremes and then Gaza? Maybe. I don't much like the beginning of Season Six either, and Season Seven is fine - no, brilliant from <i>Duck and Cover </i>on - except I desperately miss Donna for those first six episodes. Hmm. I don't think I will ever understand the network's decision to stab Aaron Sorkin in the back. <i>You are dismissed, Mr President</i> was one of the last lines he wrote. Too bad there wasn't a letter reinstating him.Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06198153808722570798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334007497011522069.post-84650261576626331762012-02-14T15:51:00.001-08:002012-02-14T15:51:37.897-08:003BT: lattés, the West Wing, and chocolate hearts <p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'>1. I finally make it to a café I've been meaning to try, and it turns out that they know how to make a latté. And they have wifi. This may be my new favourite place.<br><br>2. The student I am teaching there says something to the effect of, "well, if you're going to have a French tutor, it should probably be someone who likes <i>The West Wing</i>. Then we spend a good few minutes on the pavement debating Aaron Sorkin's dialogue style. <br><br>3. When I get off the train, I am handed two chocolate hearts in a small plastic wrapper and a happy Valentine's message from my town. </p>Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06198153808722570798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334007497011522069.post-40672090186270555772012-02-09T15:45:00.000-08:002012-02-09T15:45:21.238-08:003BT: a smile, a laugh, and election fun<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><!--[if !supportLists]-->1.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span> 1. As I walk to the station, I follow a granddad carrying a toddler all wrapped up in winter clothes. She holds my gaze and smiles at me.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><span style="text-indent: -18pt;">2. 3. It's a long story, but my weekly timetable is changing as of today – no longer do I have to make a weekly trek to the middle of nowhere on a train and a tram and a bus, come rain or shine or snow and ice. Better yet, this means a lie-in on Wednesdays, which means I get to enjoy Tuesday night American election fun. </span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></div>Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06198153808722570798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334007497011522069.post-61732116445590713952012-01-27T03:32:00.000-08:002012-01-27T03:32:41.417-08:003BT: friendship, stir fry, Scramble1. I finally get some time with a friend whose schedule rarely coincides with mine. We eat gooey chocolate cookies in Pain Quotidien.<br />
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2. I've been craving stir fry from the pre-prepared veggie packs since the beginning of the year and consequently thinking wistful thoughts about Sainsbury's Market in Pimlico... Sigh. But today I walk into my little local Delhaize and discover they've decided to honour Chinese New Year by stocking the "Wok" range, including those veggies.<br />
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3. I discover Scramble with Friends, and it's a lot of fun. I particularly like the encouraging automatic voice which ups its enthusiasm according to word length: good! Excellent! Amazing!Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06198153808722570798noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334007497011522069.post-25372681204538840812012-01-23T16:03:00.001-08:002012-01-23T16:08:09.571-08:003BT, though today it's six <p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'>(Since I haven't 3BTed in ages, I hope you'll forgive me for having six today.) <br><br>1. I feel so inspired after my dailyish writing exercise that I decide to skive work and type up chapter one of my current WIP (work in progress), Primary Season. I'm not behind on my work, so I don't even need to feel guilty. <br><br>2. My favourite thing about Twitter is being able to communicate with authors whose book I enjoy. In the last couple of days, I've tweeted with three who are important to me, because I love their books and in some ways want to write like them, and in odd ways perhaps have things in common with them too, things that make me feel a kind of kinship with them. This makes me happier than I can begin to explain.<br><br>3. I am on time to orchestra for once, and I walk in to see two teenage girls messing around on the piano, playing and singing "In the jungle, the mighty jungle", or rather "dans la jungle, la terrible jungle"... There is something of an unadulterated simple pleasure in this, of their joy in each other and in music and in being young.<br><br>4. It's long and complicated to explain, but I have hope again that Inevitable may yet be published, when yesterday I felt nothing but despair and an irresistible urge to go the Kindle route.<br><br>5. When I buy my train ticket, the lady behind the counter spots the Guernsey sticker that has been on my flute case since 1996 (!) and we agree it's a lovely place. Such great memories, too... <br><br>6. Picking out my book for tomorrow, since I've almost finished the one I'm currently reading, I spot a notebook on the shelf. And yes - it's my blue writing prompts notebook, the one with half written fan fic and scenes for the new novel and generally lots of useful, useable stuff. I thought I'd lost it. I am relieved and ecstatic that I haven't. <br><br></p>Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06198153808722570798noreply@blogger.com0