Everything

There have been one or two times over the past three decades where life has delivered me some pretty big kicks in the teeth. I make no secret of that and have blogged some of that here over the last ten years. The telling of the stories has, more than once led someone to say “my word, don’t you wish it had happened differently?” and my answer has, time and again, stumped them.

No.

No, I don’t wish a single thing had been different. There is not one single thing I look back on and go “that, I would change”. I am not saying I would want to live it again, and next time around I hope I remember enough not to make the same mistakes, but it happened. I lived. I learned. I moved through it. I am still here.

I firmly believe I am the person I am today in part because of the experiences I have had throughout my life. Change one thing, bad or good, and you have changed the total of my experiences. You have changed me. There are times I am not sure I am the biggest fan of “Me”, but I am a work in progress. A work that will keep going, constantly evolving, continually learning, until the day I take my last breath.

I looked in the mirror the other day I was surprised by what I saw. I saw a future. Once upon a time, within the life time of this blog even, I didn’t see a future. The sheer possibility of reaching 30, and contemplating with something akin to anticipation the next 30, escaped Younger Me. I couldn’t wrap my head around the enormity of it. I could see no pattern my life might fit. So I didn’t think about. I just moved from experience to experience, trying to stay true to my heart and…

You know what?

It has all worked out. The pattern is a little rough around the edges, but I look back and EVERY SINGLE STEP I have taken since the age of 16 has got me to where I am today. It didn’t always make sense at the time. Hell, it doesn’t always make sense when I look back on it now! But EVERYTHING I have done has somehow mixed together into what I am today.

I think I like who I am today.

And more importantly?

I think I am going to like who I am tomorrow even more.

P.S. Remind me I posted this next time I’m having a wibble, ‘kay? Love y’all. Cxxx

Code Name Verity – a ramble and a review

Code Name Verity cover Firstly, go get a copy of this book: Code Name Verity by Elizabeth Wein. Available at all good bookstores (most likely in the YA section) and Kobo, Kindle, Nook etc – so you have no excuse. Now, read on…

Book recommendations are very tricky things. It can go oh so very wrong. So very, very wrong. Which is why there are very few people (three) whose opinion I trust wholeheartedly. We are on the same book wavelength, if you will, and I know if they tell me a book is good, it will be. To work properly, reviews and recommendations need trust between the parties. Need experience. A shared reading history. That bizarre alchemy of taste and preference.

Appearences to the contrary, I am pretty picky with what I read. I’ll try most things once, but it takes quite a bit to turn me into a fan of a book/author and willing to reread a title, and even more to make me tell people about it. It is not a hard and fast rule, but I will only write a review/tell people about a book if it is 1) so awful they must avoid at all costs or 2) so brilliant they MUST READ IT NOW. Often, if a book is in category 2, I will go so far as to buy copies as gifts, or thrust them at unsuspecting acquaintences.

Which brings me to twitter recommendations and the hype that often surrounds new releases. Simply, I ignore pretty much all of it. Most of the recommendations and reviews are from people I don’t know. Have been, most likely, prompted by hard working marketing/publicity people. How do I know I will like what they will like? I don’t frequent book review sites and blogs, so I haven’t built up a track record with any of these people. It is just not the way I work.

I digress. What you need to take from the ramble above is that I am very skeptical about most reviews and recommendations I hear. And that when I tell you about a book, I am genuinely enthused.

There was something about what I was hearing about the following book that caught my eye. One blogger who I pretty much trust raved about it. Then editors who I trust professionally and who I like personally started in. And then some authors who I again respect (adult authors as well, not just YA, indicating good crossover appeal) said they’d enjoyed it. And I started to listen. Working in the industry as long as I have has given me a pretty healthy disrespect for most promotional links and hype. Getting the word out about a book is one thing. Getting that word self-perpetuating and growing is a whole different kettle of fish. Crossing over to get the attention and reviews of people who read for a living, so don’t have time to read bad books for enjoyment, is just… Rare. And made me take a chance. Not enough of a chance to buy a copy, but enough to reserve it at the library. (And the decently long waiting list there was also a good sign).

Which brings me, at last, to the book. “Code Name Verity” by Elizabeth Wein, published by the good people at Electric Monkey Books.

I picked the book up Sunday morning, and with only two breaks for more tea and an episode of Big Bang Theory to decompress in the middle, I finished it by Sunday dinner time. A feat accompanyied by floods of tears. I don’t want to give the book away but it is gripping, harrowing, moving, thrilling, fascinating (I already knew most of the history, but it is lain out so beautifully), and heart breaking. And uplifiting. Possible to read on many levels, from a simple adventure story set among the airfields and espionage games of WWII, to an exploration of friendship, early feminism, loss, the terrors of war, the depths – and heights – humans are capable of. It is all there.

There are a few bits I might have done a little differently, but they are teeny. On a reread there may be more bits which catch my attention, but again – they do not detract from an amazing book. The characters will live with me for a long while yet. I applaud Elizabeth Wein for not taking an easy, or obvious, way out of the various situations. The various reveals of crucial plot points are well done. Possibly not the most sophisticated, but you have to remember this is not a John Le Carre spy novel here. Plus, most audiences – especially the target one! – won’t be as hyper critical as me, so my tiny niggles are just that. Tiny niggles, and fun things I hope to discuss in great depth with people.

This is a book I would have given my left arm to have crossed my desk when that was part of my job. This would have been me. I don’t often cry at books (films are another matter), but this one had me sobbing and drenching more than a few tissues. And smiling. Sometimes at the same time.

All in all a good book. Go, read it. And tell me what you thought – y’all should know by now that there are few things I love more than a good argument discussion about a book.

P.S. It turns out, when I got to the end of the book, that the author has had worked picked up by Sharyn November. This is actually not a surprise.

Boy

Boy is a beautiful short film, written by British Airways Great Britons winner Prasanna Puwanarajah, was inspired by the London 2012 Olympic and Paralympic Games. I challenge you not to get at least a lump in your throat.

(Could not get the bastard video to embed, hence having to use just a link).

Confession

I have just realised that I broke my #365 rules with that last post. See, I had already posted the one allotted WhiskeyCat picture for April on the 5th.

So, no WhiskeyCat pictures in May at all to make up for it.

(If you follow me directly on Instagram, or Flickr, or Twitter, you may well see other WhiskeyCat pictures – as well as many other photos of lots of lovely things that aren’t classed as “the picture of the day” – but only one cat picture will be posted here on Bright Meadow as a #365 picture each month. Dem’s da rules.)

November Roundup

Well November has been an… Interesting month, all things considered. I have NaNoWriMo’d, I have Project 365’d, I have resurrected Bright Meadow, and I have got a new job. Among other things. So what should I tell you about first?

NaNoWriMo
For those of you who do not know what this is, it stands for National Novel Writing Month, and over the past few years it has become something of a phenomenon in the writing world, where people endeavour to write 50,000 words in a month, or a novel. Now, people have divided opinions about this. Detractors will say 50K isn’t a novel – and in modern terms, it isn’t. We publish children’s books that are longer. 50K is, however, a good first draft and an accomplishment no matter how you look at it. Nay-sayers will also say that nothing you write that quickly can be any good, and again, from the publishing point of view, December/January/February will see a sharp upturn in very badly written submissions, but – and I say it again – 50K is still a good first draft. A starting point, and the perfect place for people serious about getting published, to go back and rework. If you DO decide to submit a first draft to an agent or a publisher, well then there is no hope for you. It might be good, but everything benefits from some polish. (Even this blog post is on version 3). But I’ve gotten sidetracked.

50 thousand words, one month, why not? By week two, I had quickly decided 50K wasn’t actually my goal. My goal was, and still is, to get into the habit of writing at least twice a week and to keep the story going forward. And it worked. In the past month I have written 10,040 words, and that is 10,039 more words than I had written in the entire year (or more!) previously. I’ve met some wonderful new characters, and am really enjoying writing their stories. In a complete departure for me, it is chick-lit, and I am finding it is flowing nicely. Differently to how the fantasy stuff I write flows, but still flowing. A few very select people are getting to read it as it goes along but I won’t be sharing it here at Bright Meadow. If you want in on the fun, comment/tweet/email me with the reasons why…

Which brings us to:

Project 365
Getting Belle the iPhone and discovering the Instagram app was the impetus for getting Bright Meadow going again. I wanted to share these little shots of my life with you all! I quickly decided taking a photo every day (a project 365) would give me a little structure, help improve my photography, and make me look around at things a bit differently. I have loved November. Some days, it has been hard to think of what to take (hence more than a few mugs of tea and trees – I might have to amend the rules to limit those as well as to limit WhiskeyCat photos!) but most days I have just seen something and though “that will be perfect”. Tell me what your favourite has been from the past 30 days.

Resurrecting Bright Meadow
Well, you’re reading new content, aren’t you? This is pretty self explanatory. Since moving to Oxford, Bright Meadow suffered till the point where I hadn’t added anything in nearly a year. There are many reasons for this, but whatever they all are, I just didn’t have things I wanted to share in this forum. Which is sad when you look back at all the fun and laughter this blog has brought into my life over the past decade. I have put so much time and effort into this place, it seems a crime to let it die. So 365 is bringing it back! I also want to get more written content in here as well, but I am still easing back into it. Give me a little time, and start commenting again! I miss you guys! One thing I can be sure of, no more Sunday Roasts as they used to be. It just doesn’t make sense any more, especially not with the instant-sharing capabilities of Twitter. Plus, it had just become too much work and not enough fun. Bright Meadow should, above all things, but fun!

New Job
Yeah, the New Year will see me in a new job… *gulp* and *eek!!!* and other petrified (but excited) noises. I’m not going to be at the coal-face of children’s publishing any more, but I am still going to be connected to the publishing world. As well as being a fantastic opportunity I couldn’t really say no to, it hopefully means I will have more mental energy for my own writing, as opposed to being knee deep in other peoples creative processes. Just watch this space!

And that was November! Here’s to a quite December please!