Sunday 29 June 2014

My Writing Process

Many thanks to Thorne Moore, author of the wonderful A Time For Silence, for inviting me to take part in the 'My Writing Process' blogging tour, and to Juliet Greenwood, who previously tagged her.  Read Thorne's blog, which tagged me, at thornemoore.blogspot.co.uk

And now it's my turn to answer four questions.

1.  What am I working on?

      Firstly a script of my novel Excluded, which is currently available as an ebook on Kindle.  I began this last autumn as part of a Writing For Television workshop held at The Waterside Arts Centre in Sale, Manchester and run by Ric Michael, Head of Development at Baby Cow Productions. Rik encouraged me to continue working on my script, and I entered the draft first episode to the BBC Writers' Room Drama shout-out earlier this year.  It reached the top 5% of entries, beating more than 1,250 other scripts, and received a full read-through and critique which were positive and constructive enough for me to believe it definitely worth pursuing.

      Secondly a new psychological thriller, Hurt, about the damage we do to others and the potential for sparking destruction and tragedy in other people's lives.  This is very much in the planning stage at the moment, and I'm hoping to make real headway with it over the summer.


2.  How does my work differ from others of its genre?

      I struggle with this, because I always thought I was writing about relationships and then my agent told me I was writing crime fiction, and she was going to sell my book about relationships as a psychological thriller.  Which I suppose would make sense, as I do enjoy reading psychological thrillers and feel that every novel should contain some element of suspense.  I'm chiefly interested in writing strong, realistic characters in demanding or stressful situations and discovering how they cope, and I think this encompasses a range of genres.


3.  Why do I write what I do?

      I write the sort of books I'd like to read, so I guess I think they must be entertaining, or absorbing, or suspenseful - preferably all three!  I'm very interested in exploring the discrepancy between what people say and what they think or do, in their relationships and sense of self, and in what pushes an otherwise reasonable person to take extreme action.  I've often taken a real situation several steps further to fictionalise it, so I'm certainly inspired by people and the world in which I live.  I also hope that something in what I've written strikes a chord with others, that it's about communicating and sharing experience.


4.  How does my writing process work?

     Ideas churn and evolve in my head for quite a long time before I actually write anything.  In fact, I've discovered that I need this to happen before I can write, though it usually feels like failure and not getting anything done.  When the story has grown enough to need to occupy more than my thoughts, I begin working on the structure and plot details. I never need to work very much on the characters - they either turn up fully-formed or develop all by themselves in entirely unexpected ways.  Once I've started writing, I find it hard to continue with the story until I'm completely happy with the last thing I wrote, so a first draft is never actually a first draft - it's already been revised a dozen times.


Read more about my writing at catherine-marshall.co.uk




Questions answered! Now over to another highly recommended writer: Kieron Moore at  http://thisisgood-isntit.blogspot.co.uk/




Saturday 17 August 2013

The Smell of Burning

A little ironic, that title, given I have no sense of smell but this summer I have doused my bridges in hope, courage and determination and left them flaming and crackling behind me. So why, after years of wailing and moaning and grinding of teeth, now? Several reasons. Last year, at my son's graduation ceremony, Greg Dyke (former Director-General of the BBC, currently - amongst other things - Chancellor of York University)spoke with wit and wisdom to the assembled ranks of proud and hopeful young people before him. The piece of advice which most struck a chord with me was 'Never stay in a job you hate'. It's all very well for him, I thought at the time. Easy for people like you. But it stuck, and as the months went by I remembered those words less with cynicism than with a growing sense of possibility. And in the imploding school, people I cared about were destroyed by falling rubble. My own temporary place of safety was to be exposed to the bombs and the poison gas. I walked away. Enough finally became enough. Then for a weekend towards the end of July, I attended the Harrogate Crime Writing Festival. The sun shone. Writers whose work I admired spoke with humour and passion for their craft. One very talented, successful and lovely writer offered to back my approach to her agent. Following this, I received a cheque from the US arm of Amazon for the Kindle sales of my novel. Another agent has asked to see the whole book. Following this again, the prospect of volunteering and blogging at The Manchester Literature Festival in October shines as a beacon in the hazy and uncertain months ahead. I feel as if I'm becoming myself, liberated and inspired. And very, very nervous. But if not now, when?

Sunday 24 March 2013

Shrink

The school in which I work/suffer/despair is shrinking.  When I joined it, half a dozen or so years ago, there were around a thousand pupils on roll.  Now there are not much more than six hundred and September's intake looks smaller still.  The popular (among Senior Management) view is that we have a grammar school down the road and 'outstanding' comprehensives a couple of miles away.  These are all over-subscribed of course, and their rejects trail dejected towards us.  But this coming year they have been granted extra classes, in what is quite possibly a government incentive to boost higher achieving schools and demoralise the rest until they close.

What is it like to work in a demoralised school?

Well, there is no money.  So the top floor of one of the buildings is to be shut down and its teachers relocated.  Whole areas of the school are being sold off.  Experienced - and therefore expensive - staff are bullied to the point of breakdown and forced to take early retirement.  No one is replaced.  Other staff take longterm sick leave and their classes are left to fail.  Email is the communication method of choice, removing the option for staff to talk to each other, to support each other in a comforting and sympathetic way, unlike the 'support' offered by Senior Management, which involves sticks and ropes.  Feelings, opinions and points of view are not tolerated in any way.  The children themselves exist only as units of achievement and their 'progress' used as a club to beat the staff not as an aspiration for the pupils.

When I think of the school as shrinking, in terms of morale as well as numbers, I think of the shrunken heads of the Amazonian rain forests.  It might not be quite what we look like yet.  But it is how we feel.

Saturday 5 January 2013

Brave New World

Unable, until tomorrow, to take down the Christmas tree and completely consign the festive season once more unto the loft, I am sitting in my living room contemplating emptiness.  The emptiness of the shelves which a few days ago were crowded with Christmas cards, of the velvet tablecloth and runner waiting to go in the wash and the cinnamon candles back in the cupboard.  The emptiness of the house now that my daughter has returned to her university life and my son is about to embark on a new adventure.  And I think - now what?

For I sense this could be a year of change.

Already we are straining at the ties which bound us to this semi-rural market town while our children were growing up: the ties of schools and stability and childhood friendships. Now those ties are financial ones, and our own future is too knotted up with the economic decisions of governments.  At present we need a small lottery win or a serious promotion to free ourselves from the weights of debts and the vagaries of the housing market.  But by the end of 2013 we will have choices again; a move back south might be less fraught with potential disaster, might, indeed, be a real possibility.

But what now for me?

I have been reading, this week, of the lives of women in magazines.  They have their own businesses or media careers.  They live in the south east in converted country farmhouses or flash city apartments.  Their concerns are fashion and beauty and Smartphone addictions.  I think of the world in which I live and it bears no resemblance.  Setting aside my impatience - for these are the women who read and reject my writing, who patronise and pass judgement - I hanker for a little of this myself.  I want my own business, writing scripts and novels.  I want to be able to make choices and decisions which take me forward instead of leaving me stranded in the mire.  I want this year to be about success.

There.  I've said it.  All I have to do now is make it come true.   

Saturday 23 June 2012

Sinking ship

A year on and nothing has changed.  It has been the worst working year of my life. The school is held in the grip of a downward spiral which is taking everything and everyone with it.  Pupils are leaving in droves.  Ofsted have been due since September and SLT have been whipping the staff into submission ever since.  Loyal, hard-working teachers are persecuted to breaking point. We are not allowed to voice our true opinions, because they do not matter.  I have to ask people's permission to speak to them at all.  If we do venture an opinion, we are told we are at best wrong and at worst liars.  Pupils are excluded for selling drugs.  Some of them lie down in the corridors and scream.  I understand the impulse completely. 

Thursday 5 January 2012

Is this a dagger?

Before Christmas, I directed a school production of Macbeth.  Not just any old school production of Macbeth.  Macbeth The Musical, which both deliberately and inevitably became Macbeth The Pantomime.  I enlisted the help of two young Performing Arts graduates and my actor/director/writer friend whose business is comedy.  For many weeks Year 7 and 8 pupils and I met in various inhospitable classrooms to rehearse scenes in a language which was largely foreign to them with a level of commitment and focus which was very definitely foreign to them.  We tackled singing, dancing, physical theatre, even acting.  Several times I wanted to leave the country.  But in the end, the children gave it their all and the show was a great success.  We had come a very long way and what we achieved was remarkable.

Back at school in the torrential and rain and howling gales of January 2012, I am once more reduced to data inputting, photocopying and being discussed by my heads of department as though I am chattle.  I've been directing children's shows for years.  I have a degree in English and Drama, published works to my name and a literary agent.  A school theatre trip to London is planned for next month, including a visit to The Globe, but I am not allowed to go.  No one has fought my corner.

Stabbed in the back?

I think it is time to find another job.