Tracy Buchanan

Entries from October 2008

My So Called Life

October 27, 2008 · 2 Comments

I’ve been talking mainly like this today: ‘Like, OMG, life is so totally, like, empty sometimes, you know? I mean, I have this philosophy about Mondays in particular and I can so see where the Boomtown Rats were going when they, like, sang about hating Mondays, you know?’

The reasons for this lies in the fact that I’ve watched about 12 episodes of the 90s teen angst drama that is ‘My So Called Life’? Remember it? The one with Claire Danes and my hero, Jared Leto *swoon*. Okay, so I like to say, like, ‘like’ a lot anyway but you know, it’s properly inspired my speech patterns this week …

Anyhoo, this suggests I am mega-lazy and just spend my weekends watching teen dramas with hot guys. No, that’s only half my weekend, ya’ll!. I actually had gastric flu and I did some writing, despite puking and stuff.

And, god damn it, I cracked my opening! I’ve managed to combine decent, polished first-person narrative with the authenticity of a teen voice and blog (I think). So huzzah for that! Am now ploughing through more editing and adding in some stuff to make the over-arching moral pack some more punches.

So, like, that’s my life okay? x

Categories: Life · Novel

A very crunchy ‘How I Live Now’ (Meg Rosoff)

October 22, 2008 · 2 Comments

Have you ever read the opening of a book and thought ‘ergh, not sure about this one?’

I had that last night with ‘How I Live Now’ which has won a zillion awards and been praised by all and sundry. It starts just how you’re told not to start a book: ‘My name is Elizabeth but no-one’s ever called me that.’

 

 

But am now a third of the way through and it’s a beautiful, shiny little gem. Or, as the Guardian put it, ‘A crunchily perfect knock-out of a debut novel’.

It’s written in a very strange way – almost stream of consciousness. A rat-a-tat of words where most full stops and paragraphs and speech marks are thrown to the side. Clever because you do very much feel that you’re reading something from the (teen) horse’s mouth. The love story is wonderfully written too (and you know I’m a sucker for love stories), very pure, bittersweet and urgent.

So it got me thinking about two things in relation to my novel. First, openings (again!) and second, narrative voice.

As I said earlier, the opening isn’t as wonderful as the rest of the book. It isn’t as ‘crunchy’. But this is just my humble opinion, many millions may disagree. In fact, if this is the first page Rosoff sent to agents / publishers, then a very important person disagrees with me. Which makes me wonder: is my idea of a good opening the wrong idea? I know it’s a matter of opinion but I so desperately need to get it right. I’m happy with the majority of my book but still, the opening mocks me!

Now narrative voice. Some of my novel is delivered as blog entries from the main character, Tori. Sometimes, I’ve written it in a quirky teen kinda way. Other times, it slips into mainstream (bland?) first person narrative. But this is the girl’s blog! It’s supposed to be her voice, right? Reading ‘How I Live Now’ has made me realise I need to re-look at the narrative voice, make it more personal – more crunchy. I don’t mean as quirky as Daisy’s voice in ‘How I Live Now’ but just more personal.

I was actually (stupidly?) thinking about sending my synopsis and first few pages to an agent I have my eye on. I really like what she’s doing for other writers and I feel a sense of urgency. But I know how important it is to get my book as perfect as I can before sending it out. I mean, I could send it as is, I’ve read it through as has my writing buddy Bertie but it still needs some fine-tuning. Mebbe I’ll fine-tune it in two weeks, who knows?

BTW, I do realise it took me a month to write my book, which might scare many people. Especially as some people takes months, even years. But I’m a damn fast writer and editor (it’s my trade!). And you gotta remember I worked on it non-stop out of office hours (plus I took three days off to focus solely on it) and didn’t get much sleep. If I had a job that allowed me to write it during work hours (I wish!), I would’ve finished it even earlier! The fact that I write for a living helps too as it means words tumble from my mind to my fingertips like autumn leaves from a tree. It’s part of what I am, this writing lark.

Anyway, will blog on this a bit more in a future post but keep this in mind: Stephenie Meyer spent about one to two months writing her first draft of ‘Twilight’ …

x

Categories: Novel · Reading

Death by novel openings

October 21, 2008 · Leave a Comment

Arghhhh, am so so so struggling with the opening of my novel, it’s unbelievable. It’s THE most important part of the book in terms of getting the darn thing published. It’s the first thing an agent sees. Why can’t I get it right?!

Have been looking at other openings of best-selling teen novels and there’s a lot of great ones but there’s SO many crud ones too and I wonder how in hell’s name they got their foot in the door?!

It’s literally driving me crazy.

Helllppppppppp! x

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The inner critic

October 15, 2008 · Leave a Comment

Am in the middle of reading through my novel and there are some bits I love, other bits that suck.

When I wrote about the fact that you simply need to write, just WRITE, in order to get that damn novel down on paper, I also meant you need to IGNORE THE INNER CRITIC. Honestly. Just ignore it. Just write, write, write and don’t read back what you’ve written too soon after you’ve written it cos you’ll only tear it to pieces. We really are our own worst critics and I strongly believe that half of the novel-writing thing comes down to ignoring that inner critic in the early stages of writing.

It’s also important to have a writing buddy cos they can help drown out your inner critic’s nagging, horrid voice.

Anyway, there’s not as many holes as I first thought. I don’t wanna go too crazy with the back story as we all know you need to ’show’ not ‘tell’ and I hope a lot of the back story is told via Tori and Cam’s actions and dialogue.

I hate, hate, hate the first few pages which is such a nightmare cos the start is what an agent / publisher first sees. But am gonna ignore it for now and come back to it.

BTW, my blog entries are pretty short right? One of you readers noted this. But duh! That’s what they’re SUPPOSED to be according to all the web 2.0 / social media experts out there. I save the intense, long-distance writing for my novel and script m’kay? x

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Aiden gig

October 14, 2008 · Leave a Comment

I went to see Aiden last night. They’re described as a post-hardcore rock band. But lately, they’ve gone a bit softer and I like that. ‘Moment’ is a fab song (check www.myspace.com/aiden).

Anyways, it was all rather hilarious mainly cos I drove to the gig and we got totally lost and I nearly killed my friends (first by going down a one way street the wrong way as cars zoomed around the corner towards us and second, cos I had to reverse up a wonky hill). It was also hilarious cos we were the oldest people there (the audience consisted mainly of 14 year olds) and it got rather scary with all the moshing (one poor boy fell over and I wanted to tell all the children to CALM DOWN OR ELSE THEY’LL ONLY END UP HURTING THEMSELVES!!!).

It was a great gig though …. x

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Before I Die (Jenny Downham)

October 11, 2008 · Leave a Comment

I cried for ten solid minutes last night. One of those all-consuming, gasping, heart-clutching sobs. And all because of one astoundingly beautiful book.

It’s called ‘Before I Die’ by Jenny Downham and it’s truly amazing. Exquisite. It’s about a young girl who’s dying of cancer and it covers all the things she wants to do before she dies.

The main reason I loved it was the way it was written. The use of imagery was inspiring.

Go buy it! NOW!

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Pink lady puking

October 5, 2008 · Leave a Comment

Me pre-puke

Me pre-puke

I went to a fancy dress party in Wales last night dressed as a Pink Lady and I puked on my friend’s windowsill. While still wearing my pink wig.

I am never ever ever gonna drink ever again. Ever.

Categories: Life