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Kate Griffin talks Kitty Peck!

Forgive me a small fan girl moment.

I can’t quite believe I have Kate Griffin on my blog today. Her Kitty Peck series is just brilliant. Not a single word is wasted throughout. I can’t even begin to tell you how much I wish I’d written these books myself!

And what’s more, having had the pleasure of meeting Kate at the Tiverton Literary Festival last year, I can tell you she is a lovely person as well- with great taste in Thai food.

Why not grab a cuppa- possibly with cake- put your feet up for a few minutes, and have a read.

Over to you Kate…

First a big thank you to Jenny for inviting me to contribute and also a huge thank for responding to my Kitty Peck books so enthusiastically. As she also delves into the shady corners of history, her appreciation means a great deal!

Writing a novel is a bit like mountaineering. Admittedly, climbing Mount Everest is a lot more dangerous than sitting in your pyjamas and eating Hobnobs while tapping away at a laptop, but  bear with me because there are definite parallels.

When the going’s good you manage to cover a vast distance in a surprisingly short space of time but on a rough day it doesn’t matter how long you slog away – head down against the wind, digging your crampons into the crumbling ice underfoot – nothing comes right.

Hours can pass and then when you finally look up, snow-blind from the glaring whiteness of the empty screen in front of you, it’s soul-destroying to find that you’ve hardly gone anywhere at all.

Even your ‘footsteps’ – those few feeble paragraphs you managed to hack out – have probably been deleted as you became increasingly dejected, disoriented and unsure which way to go.

It’s as if snow has fallen on your tracks, obliterating every trace of your progress.

Whiteout.

On grim days like this a mountaineer stops, pitches camp, brews up something hot and strong and takes cover until the blizzard has passed.

In writing terms, ‘pitching camp’ means admitting temporary defeat. When nothing comes together, it’s best to switch off your computer (or close your notebook if you’re a long-hander) and do something else, preferably something that makes you happy.

A break usually clears the head and clears the way.

But even then, once you’ve gathered your strength, consulted your charts and stepped boldly back on the trail, the way to the summit can still be treacherous and deceptive.

Sometimes you’re so busy concentrating on reaching those far glittering peaks that you don’t notice the bottomless crevasse yawning in front of you. By this I mean the gaping hole in the plot that you never realised was there until you tried to marshal your characters across the final glacier and en-route to the sunlit upland ending of your story.

One minute it was all going so well; the next you have no alternative but to find another route to your neatly planned conclusion.

Sometimes it can take days to retrace your steps to chart a new way forward or around the chasm. In particularly hazardous conditions you might even have to go right back to the beginning, re-stock your supplies and start out again.

More fortunately, just occasionally when you find yourself teetering on the brink of a deep dark void, inspiration strikes and you find exactly the right piece of equipment in your rucksack to enable you to perform a miraculous leap to safety.

By ‘equipment’ I mean your plot or your characters. It’s amazing how helpful and inventive they can be when you put your mind to it!

Then again, your characters can also be difficult, dangerous travelling companions, particularly the pesky independent ones who refuse to listen to your strict instructions and insist on going off by themselves, getting totally lost in the craggy, uncharted landscape – ie, the parts of your story that you never had any intention of writing. All it takes is to allow a character to wander a few steps off the track you’ve planned and that’s it. They can be missing for days!

By the time you realise what they’ve gone and done, it usually takes a major search party (aka a complete re-write) to locate them and bring them back to the trail.

At testing times like these many writers would be thrilled to see a St Bernard lolloping to the rescue with a giant barrel of brandy hanging round its neck. (Or, in my case, gin).

Now, I’m horribly aware that I’ve pushed my mountaineering metaphor to the limit of human endurance, but there’s one last comparison I’d like to make, and for me it’s very relevant.

Kate Griffin with Michael Jecks, Ruth Ware & Chris Ewan at Tiverton Lit Festival

This week, I’m about to embark on the fourth instalment of my Kitty Peck mystery series, published by Faber and Faber.

Kitty’s world is a version of London in the early 1880s. The setting will be familiar to anyone who loves Conan Doyle’s wonderful Sherlock Holmes stories. Kitty’s London, specifically Limehouse, is a place where menace lurks in the swirling mist rising from the Thames and where the rumble of a hackney carriage generally bodes ill. Kitty is the youthful proprietress of three tawdry music halls, but she is also more, much more.

By the end of the year I hope that Kitty and I will have gone on one last journey together.  At the moment, we’re both at base camp. Around 400 snow-blank pages lie ahead and I have to find a way to guide us across that vast and virgin expanse.

I know exactly where we’re going. If I shield my eyes and squint into the far distance I can see the sparkling summit – our final destination.

I’ve spent the last few months planning and researching. I’ve worked out the route and packed essentials for the journey (well, Hobnobs and gin) but, as I explained above, you can never be quite sure what might crop up on the way.

Now as I stare at all that whiteness ahead, I have to admit that I’m excited… and slightly terrified.

 

If you’d like to catch up, the first two books in the Kitty Peck series have just been released as a single ebook:

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Kitty-Peck-Mysteries-Murders-Ill-Fortune-ebook/dp/B01M8G7QL2

The third book in the series, Kitty Peck and the Daughter of Sorrow, will be published in summer this year:

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Kitty-Peck-Daughter-Sorrow/dp/0571315208

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What a wonderful blog. Like many writers, I totally equate with the feelings of terror you have described! However, having read the Kitty Peck books to date, I can tell you, you have nothing to worry about!

Happy reading everyone,

Jenny x

 

 

 

Interview with Carol Cooper: Hampstead Fever

It’s interview time again, and today I’m pleased to have the lovely Carol Cooper dropping by for coffee and cake. Why not take five minutes to join us?

 coffee and cake

What inspired you to write your book?

I wanted to write the kind of novel that I enjoy reading myself, with a diverse cast of characters, each one complex and flawed, with problems and dreams that people can identify with. Chef Dan, for instance, is on the up, with a new job in a trendy Hampstead bistro. But his partner Laure is wrapped up in their young son and has no time for him. You can tell that’ll lead to trouble.

Do you model any of your characters on people you know? If so, do these people see themselves in your characters?

In Hampstead Fever, as in my first novel, I’ve used my imagination to create the characters. But I’ve been inspired by real people, including the patients I look after in my other life as a doctor. I’d be lying if I said anything else. Writers can’t help being influenced by what’s around them, just like everyone one. It was a lightbulb moment when I learned that everything you ever see, hear, or experience creates new connections between brain cells. Basically, daily life subtly changes the anatomy of your brain. The only characters who are modelled on real people are Laure’s aunts, who are like my own great-aunts, two wonderful individuals who seemed to be crying out to be put in a book. They’re no longer with us, so they can’t read my book.

 Hampstead Fever FINAL EBOOK COVER

What type of research did you have to do for your book?

I used the internet to look up details like bus routes to make sure characters are going home in the right direction, and I’ve checked which songs hit the charts when. That’s important for Sanjay, who loves music. I also hung around Hampstead village a lot, which is no hardship because I live nearby and it’s a lovely area. There’s a lot I didn’t need to look up, like the medical details that appear in part of the story. That’s stuff I knew already.

Which point of view do you prefer to write in, and why?

The third person, but it‘s a deep and intimate third person. Hampstead Fever evolves from each of the six main characters’ viewpoint, and each scene takes you right into the mind and heart of that one person. I think I write multi-viewpoint fiction because for most of my working life I’ve tried getting inside other people’s heads. As a GP, every ten minutes I see someone with a new story and a different perspective.

Do you prefer to plot your story or just go with the flow?

A bit of both. I like to have the gist before I begin, but then the characters grow and take over, telling lies, jumping into bed with the wrong people, and generally getting into trouble that I hadn’t anticipated.

If you were stranded on a desert island with three other people, fictional or real, who would they be and why?

Rick Stein to supply me with fish and seafood dishes, Barack Obama for brilliant conversation, and hairdresser Nicky Clarke to make my hair look great.

Amazon link for Hampstead Fever http://mybook.to/HF

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Carol has a Goodreads running for Hampstead Fever until 3rd Sept- check it out here-

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/30284643-hampstead-fever

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Blog http://pillsandpillowtalk.com

Twitter @DrCarolCooper

Facebook page https://www.facebook.com/onenightatthejacaranda/

There’s more about all my books on my Amazon author page https://www.amazon.co.uk/Dr-Carol-Cooper/e/B005C2ZZ10

Carol Cooper

Bio: Carol is a journalist, author and doctor. She graduated in medicine from Cambridge University. To support her studies, she worked at supermarket checkouts, walked dogs, typed manuscripts in Russian, and made men’s trousers to measure.

After a string of non-fiction books, including an award-winning textbook, she turned to fiction with her debut novel One Night at the Jacaranda. She is president of the Guild of Health Writers and has three amazing grown-up sons. Like her fictional characters, she lives in Hampstead and Cambridge. Unlike them, she remarried in 2013. She likes a happy ending.

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Thank you ever so much Carol. A fantastic interview!

Happy reading everyone,

Jenny x

 

Guest Post from Neil Griffiths: Hidden London

I have a fascinating blog for you today from fellow author, Neil Griffiths. Why not grab a cuppa, pop your feet up for a few minutes, and have a read.

Neil’s book, Isabella’s Heiress, is out now.

Over to you Neil…

coffee and cake

At 2 King Edward Street in the City of London, just opposite Saint Paul’s Cathedral, Merrill Lynch Bank of America have their UK headquarters. This is a matter of public record. You can see it on Google Maps, travel past it in a cab or just take a gentle stroll through the gardens of Christchurch Greyfriars next door.

What is less well known is that below the Merrill Lynch Financial Centre (or the MLFC as it is more commonly known) there is a walkway that allows you to take in the Roman ruins that were discovered there whilst the building was being constructed in the late nineties and early two thousands. It is neatly floodlit with soft lighting and has a glass roof which doubles as part of the reception floor. From above, there is a glass and steel barrier which allows guests and employees to look down and take in the ancient works.

The ruins are a small segment of the London Wall and are part of a much larger structure which ran for two miles in a semi-circle from Holborn, in the west, to Tower Hill, in the east. They are a symbol of a City of London that often gets forgotten in a world where, to many people, the City is more representative of the financial industry and all the recent history that goes with that. The truth here, though, is that there is a much older and more colourful history, under the pavements and around the corner, than is first realised.

Not far from the MLFC is Gresham Street, where you can find the Guildhall. A Guildhall has stood at this location for several hundred years. Again, what is less well known is that there is a ring of black bricks in the courtyard that has to be crossed by anybody that wishes to enter the Guildhall proper. These represent the perimeter of the Roman amphitheatre that was discovered when the Guildhall art gallery was being redeveloped in 1985 and is now directly below the main courtyard. This amphitheatre dates from the first century AD and was the Wembley Stadium of its day, holding up to seven thousand spectators who would watch the gladiators and animals battle it out. Should anybody wish to see it there is a visitors centre directly below the Guildhall Art Gallery which allows access to the remains of the amphitheatre during the working day and at the weekend.

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When I was a child I can remember being brought to the City of London by my parents, on a Sunday, and thinking that it was quite dowdy and downbeat. This was in the early eighties and was a few years before the financial markets went through the Big Bang of 1986. Once that event took place American banks started to flock to London, to take advantage of the loosening of financial regulations, and encountered a problem that was not immediately obvious at the start. The complete lack of any suitable property to house the incoming banks. This was solved by a building boom that started in the City then headed east toward Tower Hamlets where the new business district of Canary Wharf was created. Whilst the builders in Canary Wharf succeeded only in digging up unexploded World War 2 bombs, the builders in the City found themselves being increasingly hamstrung by the amount of ancient foundations and cemeteries that kept coming to the fore as they dug down to prepare the ground for the next skyscraper. On each occasion work would have to stop and the site was handed over to archaeologists before it could recommence. Bad news for the contractors, good news for the archaeologists or anyone else who had an interest in old London (unless of course the cemetery that got unearthed turned out to be a plague pit. I’m guessing you’d probably want to cover those back up pretty sharpish.)

But it’s not just the subterranean parts of London that have survived the test of time. At 111 Cannon Street, almost opposite the station of the same name, is a small grille in a wall. Behind that grille is kept the London Stone which is commonly thought to have been the point from which the distances of all the journeys to and from London were measured. There are no solid records as to when it was first placed in the centre of Cannon Street but it is thought that this could be anytime from the Roman era to 1100 AD.

It was discovering things like this that inspired my thinking when it came to writing my debut novel, Isabella’s Heiress. The thought that there is a secret world beneath and around us that is, if not completely invisible then hidden in plain site, gave rise to any number of ‘what if’s’ and ultimately brought about the idea of a woman who finds herself in a dark, hidden version of London after she has died in an accident. The history of the City of London allowed me to imagine a world where a parallel city could exist next to the one we live in now and then play with the story of a metropolis that has been around for two millennia.

But the truth, I think, is that whatever we choose to create as writers and consume as readers, sometimes there is nothing more strange and outlandish than reality. So I’ll leave you with this little fact. If you ever visit Greenwich Park, in South London, take a look around as you walk down Crooms Hill. You may notice that the ground is very uneven. This isn’t because the park is on a hill, although that is very much the case, it’s because the park contains a large Saxon barrow cemetery from around the 6th century, that consists of 50 round barrows. A large number of which, if you look hard, can be identified by the fact that they are surround by tufts of grass that mark out their perimeter.

So if you are out and about and have a few minutes to spare, take a closer look at your surroundings and remember, there is so much out there in our cities and towns that we just take for granted but just below the surface there is a long and colourful history that is just waiting to be uncovered.

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Bio

So, a little about me (this is the bit I hate.) I work in IT for the day job but write in my spare time. I’m a voracious reader and have been writing since I was at school in one form or another but only decided to get serious about it ten years ago. The end result is Isabella’s Heiress, a novel about a woman who finds herself out of time and in a whole new world of trouble.

I’m now starting to research the second book in the series and am hoping to start writing it early next year.

Links

Isabella’s Heiress on Amazon (I would do the full Amazon address but, seriously, have you seen how long those things are!!)

www.facebook.com/IsabellasHeiress/

twitter.com/neilpgriffiths

My Goodreads page

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Many thanks for such a great blog. I adore discovering hidden gems of history like that.

Happy reading everyone,

Jenny x

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