• Maybe it’s not a good idea to read emails before you go to bed. I did last night. There was an email from my editor. The title seemed quite innocuous. A few thoughts about a synopsis I had sent her for a new series. Could I make one or two tiny amendments and rethink the character sketches as we had discussed on the phone – oh yes – this was just dropped in casually at the end – it might be nice to have a couple of sample chapters.

    That probably doesn’t sound too bad. Except that to write a couple of sample chapters meant to me, that I’d need to pretty well research the whole eight book series and get it set in stone before I could move on to write the story. Let’s just say it wasn’t what I wanted to hear.

    So, at two in the morning I woke up, wide awake, it seemed very bright outside. The moon must have been quite bright. And I lay there, trying not to think about the synopsis. the more I told myself to go to sleep and not think about it, more I did think about it.

    In the end I gave in to it. Experience has told me I might as well. If I get a good idea in the night, I don’t mind sleeping late, because I know I’ve already been at work.

    When I got to my desk at about 11, I had a pretty good plan in my head which I’ve been working out all morning. Of course I’ve done quite a lot of research on this project already, but to day I had to start refining it enough to create a convincing couple of opening chapters.

    A few years ago, I’d have been in tears by now. I guess I’ve just had a lot of experience now and know what I need to do. Without the internet, I’d have had to begin by collecting up books and then I’d have to read them all and makes notes that would then have to be collated somehow, to create the foundations I need. But with the internet, I can flit around following up ideas and hunches, finding little snippets of useful information, checking their veracity and twisting them to my needs.

    Now I’ve actually started the writing. and hope to have it all sorted by the weekend. I’ve got other things to worry about and want this little piece of work put to bed so I can concentrate on current jobs. Then I can let, what I call, the “Old Back Boiler” get to work on the synopsis over the next year or so, picking up information and building up the big world in which I will finally be ready to start the stories properly.

    So, in a way, I’m procrastinating and putting off the project I should be working on, but I’m actually working really well on the project I’ll most likely be working on after the current on. Is that displacement activity?


  • According to WordPress, where I host this blog, it’s national blogging month, in which we are encouraged to post a blog every day. This is not as easy as it sounds. I could just post mindless FaceBook/twitter style comments about what I’ve had for tea, but that seems a total waste of time to me, unless you are trying to get one up on your FaceBook friends by letting them know you are having a much better time that they are.

    So, some days there’s not a lot to write about and there’s real work waiting to be done. There, that’s today’s entry done!


  • I guess all authors who know about it, subscribe to google alerts. You enter your name or the subject you are interested in and once a day Google will tell you if they have found anything new that has been posted about you.

    Ping! I got one this lunchtime. Except it’s not about me. It’s incredibly flattering that people are putting up profiles of me, but they all come from one posting that I can’t change and as these profiles disseminate through the web, feeding off each other, they get it a little bit more wrong on each new site.

    They insist on calling me the children’s author, Hugh Rayner. I haven’t been Hugh since I was three months old. My name got so confusing, I changed it by deed poll over 20 years ago. No one knows who Hugh Rayner is!

    Also, the profile, which has been gleaned from various sites, is of a person I vaguely was and the work I did about ten years ago.

    I guess this is going on all around the world about all sorts of people. Computers putting together profiles about people they know nothing about. Or am I being a bit self-obsessive?