Just shy of 4 years and 3 title changes... I'm getting there. #iamwriting
I have no regrets, I have written and finished my first novel. It is not War and Peace, it was never written with the intention of it becoming a literary masterpiece. It's about life, love and finding out who you are. It is a story that evolved over a four year period, but as I begin my next project I am starting with a clearer idea about where and what my characters are going to be doing with their lives.
It is becoming clear that writing a cracking opening chapter is something I have yet to master. You have to engage your reader during the first three pages of your novel. Your opening chapter needs to be kick-ass and a killer first line is essential. My First Line: "Lisa Grant struggled to open the rain-swollen... Continue Reading →
A short extract from the penultimate edit of Defining Moments a bittersweet coming of (middle) age story about Baby Boomer, Lisa Grant, who struggles to sustain a long-term relationship because of the fallout from her dysfunctional childhood. Let me introduce you to her Mother...
Defining Moments is a bittersweet coming of (middle) age story about Baby Boomer, Lisa Grant, ex-columnist for Focal Point magazine, who struggles to sustain a long-term relationship because of the fallout from her dysfunctional childhood.
I'm guilty of having had more than one celebration to mark 'The End'. When I finished the first complete draft...and it was shite...after finishing the first few edits... yes... it's all very exciting when you finish editing drafts 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 and even the 10th...but celebrating all these milestones is premature. I've had a very doughy middle for some time because my novel was only half cooked.
My Writers Group are convinced I am suffering from some sort of Mother Complex. Maybe I am but one does tend to write about the things they are familiar with.
After Lisa turned thirteen, Elizabeth Galsworthy-Grant turned into a one-woman precursor to Tinder. She became obsessed with finding her daughter a husband, preferably a wealthy one, so she would never have to contemplate that nasty three-letter word job. She could never understand why her efforts were always so unappreciated by her rebellious daughter, with her feminist views and ridiculous mantra...'I don't need a man to complete me.'