Subtext is implicit. Subtext is a gradual understanding of meaning behind the text that develops as the story unfolds. Subtext can be something we turn to when we have nothing else.
Oldham gets a lot of bad press, including misrepresentation from Nigel Farage this week claiming that many areas in Oldham are ‘no-go areas’. It just so happens that the venue for my author event was smack bang in the centre of one of these areas. Alexandra Park, a beautiful Victorian space in the heart of Oldham, is often pitched by racists as somewhere race war battles are in full force every day of the week.
inishing the first draft of a novel is a great feeling. You have worked on the story, lived with the characters and in their world for a significant amount of time – but what’s next?
My novel Perfect Ten is number nine in the Feminist Critique category again. It was previously a bestseller in that category along with Naiomi Alderman’s The Power and Mary Beard’s Women and Power. So what makes my psychological thriller about revenge feminist? I am always interested in what people who read Perfect Ten have to […]
The Air Inbetween. Sometimes it’s what you don’t write that counts.
Patience. It was all going so well. Too well. My writing tackles difficult subjects while still trying to keep the shape of the embedded stories that resonate with readers. In my current WIP I’m looking at issues around grief and stress and what they can do. But the story is uplifting as well as a quest narrative. It’s complicated. Because of this I know […]
Writing with friends. Today was the first Oldha Writing Group of the year Oldham Library. We sat down with coffee and each other and talk about our work. This is such a valuable process, where we get to air the inevitable self-doubt that working in isolation brings. We also share and receive tips and experiences. Last night we looked at opening […]
Things aren’t always what they seem. One question I get asked all the time is: is your main character based on you? Is it you?’ This picture is one of my favourite views. It’s of Hartshead Pike, a landmark that my mother always lived in sight of. I took this picture on Christmas Day 2017. The sky was blue and […]
Every so often I talk to other authors.
Early mornings. That’s when I love to write. Before the day really starts.