So, what’s the best thing that can happen during a writer’s day? Okay, besides being offered a huge advance and three-book deal with a traditional publisher! Movie options? Chris Hemsworth playing your MMC? Writing? Typing ‘The End’ in a manuscript? Meeting a fan of your books? Receiving awesome reviews? Appearing on Ellen? All things I could hope for as an author but there’s another thing that brings me simpler joy, motivation and pleasure.
Catching up with other writers.
Even if the writer is a near stranger, in no time you connect. It’s usually inevitable especially if you write the same genre (in this case Romance). Who else can you talk to about the writing craft? Non-writers don’t get it. Writers understand.
All writers go through the same struggles to perfect their craft. I love the banter, support, encouragement and knowledge gained from meeting up with a writer. The writer I had coffee with was Beth Prentice. We had previously met briefly at Books By the Beach and at 2019 RWA Melbourne Conference. When I told her I had moved near her we arranged to catch up and I’m glad we did.
So, for those of you who don’t write but like to know what writers talk about here’s some of the various things discussed.
Writer’s talk about:
How only a writer gets IT (writing)
The difficulty of hearing someone critique your work
The joy of creating a character you love
How fun it is to write sex scenes (after much build-up)
The funny reactions to the fact you write explicit sex scenes
Finding out there are other writers in your neighbourhood
Realising our books are character and emotion-driven
Discovering invaluable writing references
Laughing at the fact our husbands don’t read
Encouraging and nurturing each other’s writing goals
Sharing marketing and publicity knowledge
Understanding how difficult it is to say goodbye to some characters
The best ways to research a story
Why we have so many new story ideas going on in our heads
Which story to choose next
How writing is a joy even though it is damn hard, isolating and time-consuming – it’s still a joy.
We could talk for hours about writing but real life gets in the way and we part company. Though we have work or have family commitments first, when we get our bum back in our office chair and plant our fingers on the keyboard we will write. We’ll write with renewed vigour from our writer-writer catchup. A few hours well spent.
So now, once this post is posted. I’ll be continuing the latest manuscript with more ideas and enthusiasm, thinking of my friend, a few suburbs away doing the same thing. We’ll both be finding out what our characters will do next, where the story is heading and how it will end.
I must admit I’m liking what I have done. I hope you do too.
Chapter one
Over the weekend I finished a writing reference Write On! The Writer’s Help Book by Adrian Magson, a read I’d recommend to aspiring and established writers alike. This book reinforced the fundamentals of writing a story that grabs readers (among other things).
It is vital to continue to read writing references to improve your craft.
With a book vying for a readership, the blurb will hopefully gain interest, but when potential readers open the book to read the first couple of pages, they’ll be hooked like a fish on a line or fishtailing it across the ocean, not looking back.
The first chapter questions:
Does that first chapter have the reader wanting more?
Is it short and to the point?
Is it either introducing the main protagonist or setting up a theme?
Does it have the right pace?
Is their conflict, questions, danger, enticement, part revelations or emotions?
Let’s test it.
I’m going to show you my raw (remember I’m only four chapters into the story and will draft and edit many more times) first chapter of Elephant Creek. Let me know if you like it and if you would read further. I would love your opinion, dear reader.
First Chapter Elephant Creek
“Picture perfect, eh, girl?” Derick smiled, patting Sasha’s wide head as she sat on the worn passenger seat. With her tongue lolling towards the window breeze, she panted in doggy happiness.
The sound of the battered ute broke through the squawking flock of white cockatoos swooping above through the orange, pink, purple sky as the sun faded in the west. Colour reflected on the smooth waters of Currumbin Creek, flashing through the gum trees lining the road’s edge. A full moon had risen in the eastern sky casting light and shadows as a non-dark night descended.
“Don’t let on to Crystal I let you sit in her seat,” Derick said to the dog, chuckling to himself and watching the road. The tan Staffordshire Terrier turned, grinning her approval with a wide gummy-fanged smile.
Derick was a cautious driver. If anything he’d mostly driven under the speed limit. It was probably because he’d often had precious cargo with him; his wife, kid, the grandchild and his beloved dogs. Boss before Sasha and there’d probably be another after the old girl.
Placing his left hand on Sasha’s stomach tumour, a frown creased his mouth. Aged, rheumy eyes welled, making him wipe them with a curled finger. Seriously, he was becoming a sook in his old age. Well, he wasn’t exactly old, but he was turning 66 soon. It was a hell of a lot older than 26, but he didn’t feel much different, despite a few aches. He knew he should give up the cigarette’s too, but he had to have at least one vice.
Sasha let out a sharp bark. Derick took his eyes off the road for a second, glancing at the dog, seeing her nip towards a red dot of light on the dash. Yapping excitedly, she scraped her paws at it, trying to bite it with her teeth.
Derick slowed the car. Perplexed, he glanced up the road wondering about the light source. A blinding flash forced him to momentarily shut his eyes. Slamming his foot on the brake. The car skidded, veering to the side of the road. Blinded except for the violet light still burning under his eyelids, he lifted one arm to shield his eyes. With white knuckles, he gripped the steering wheel, trying to stay on the road he could no longer see.
Tyres screeched. Gravel crunched. The steering wheel spun out of his hands. Glass smashed. Metal ground. As the airbags slammed into his chest and face, Derick felt his lungs explode. The walls of the car closed in around him.
The last things he heard were Sasha’s high-pitched yelp and screams not coming from the squealing tyres.
A different start for a reason.
The chapter is unlike the starts to The Zanzibar Moon and Kendwa’s Secret, but don’t worry there will be steamy chapters early. This time though there is a more complicated plot that ties all three books together. Some of you may remember Derick from Kendwa’s Secret. I won’t spoil who he is for new readers (he’s a likeable guy who may play a bigger part). Ali will return too. And what of Jai? You’ll have to read it to find out.
The blurb for Elephant Creek
The sequel to The Zanzibar Moon brings all three books to a final enthralling, emotional conclusion.
Emma has a dilemma. Does she keep dating rock-star handsome Wade or pursue her crush on sexy, silent Toby, who doesn’t even seem interested in her anyway?
“Wade, the Tinder dater, will either swipe left or become a stalker,” warns her sister Jessy.
Emma and Toby clash over the details of Toby’s father’s car accident, but she only wants to help. To make matters worse she thinks there is a police conspiracy, but she can’t convince stubborn Toby. After one too many visits she discovers the old circus elephant living out its days on his family’s property. Toby warns her to never return.
Toby has enough problems without falling for delightful, spirited Emma. His young daughter, Hope has started mainstream school and he’s worried she’ll be bullied. After years of working a covert operation in North Queensland teaching the Defence Force how to avoid crocodiles, he discovers his nephew was in his hometown.
Furious that Emma’s sister has Kendwa’s son – will he take what’s rightfully his or leave the little boy to live with the family he clearly loves?
Ali can’t get over Toby’s resemblance to Kendwa and how little Jai is growing up with no fear of danger and the spitting image of both. But a little boy in suburban Queensland does not need an uncle with a shady past and temper.
When Hope is attacked at the local school, Jai shows his true family traits by sticking up for the little Down’s Syndrome girl even though there will be a price to pay.
Will Toby ever believe Emma’s version of events to bring his guard down long enough to let love back into his life and save his father’s reputation?
Who can any of them believe when every white lie turns into deception?
