I spent an hour today sorting out the finished pieces of writing that I had, gathering them up from different Scrivener projects and saving them into the one I use to store and manage my shorter pieces of work; anything longer gets a project all of its own.

There were stories and poems that I’ve written for my Creative Writing course at York University, some of them had slipped my mind, and it was nice to reconnect with those ideas again.  Things written for particular competitions, and of course my entries for Hour of Writes. There are stories as short as 100 words, and some over 5,000 but by far my most common story length is 1500-2000 words.

Why? Well, firstly, most short story competitions ask for this word length. Secondly, it’s about the most I can write and edit to a reasonable standard in an hour so all my entries to Hour of Writes come in at that length.

There’s a pretty broad spectrum of subject matter. If I get an idea to write a story, then I write it; I don’t think ‘oh, I’m not a crime writer so I’ll forget about that idea!’ but because they’re my ideas, they tend to be about things that interest me. A lot of my stories I would describe as ‘dropping into someone’s head’; these are ideas that have come to me where I’ve had an idea for a character, or a situation, and when I write them the ‘story’ starts right in the middle of the action and doesn’t so much finish as reach a crisis point, move just past it and then end. I’ve written a few Fantasy pieces, but by far the largest genre represented in my work is Science Fiction.

I don’t, usually, write stories of space ships or stations, or battles with alien races. My stories tend to either be near future earth, dealing with the introduction of new technologies, or in an early period of colonisation following earth becoming inhabitable. There are enough of this latter category that I think I can bring them together into a novella or full length novel, when I get the time. I haven’t written any romance, horror or comedy. I wouldn’t say I’d never write them; I had a lot of fun writing a ghost story for NYC Midnight earlier this year, and I’ve dabbled a bit with the Gothic genre, but they’re just not the direction my thoughts usually run.

I suppose this is all a part of growing as a writer, experimenting with ideas, with genre, with style until I find the thing that is uniquely me; other than Alfie Slider, of course. I’m not sure if short stories are my thing though, my ideas tend to be too big and I’ve had a few people feed back that my shorter pieces read more like prologues to a longer piece, or leave them wanting to know ‘what happens next?!’ which isn’t ideal in a short story; received wisdom is that they should be self contained.

In total I have almost 47,000 words written in the last six months (on top of Alfie) and I’m proud of them. I think what is most surprising is that almost 30,000 of those come from Hour of Writes. In an hour a week (most weeks) and just over six months, I’ve got to a word count that is a respectable chunk of a novel. Now granted that doesn’t take all the thinking time into consideration; I only start writing once I have an idea that inspires me, but it’s still impressive, I think. If I could find an idea for a novel that inspired me, and took an hour or two a week to work on it, it could be done in a year…

Not that I have a shortage of writing projects on the go!  I’m working on the second Alfie Slider book, and I’ve started a new project, co-authoring a psychological thriller with a friend. I’ve had the time of my life learning how to craft a story over the last year, and I can’t wait to see what the next year is going to bring for writing.

As part of the entry fee for NYC Midnight, you get to receive feedback from the three judges who read your piece and marked it for round one. I got the email with my comments in yesterday; they’re not as in depth as I might have hoped, but still useful. Each marker gave a comment on what they liked about the story, and what they felt needed improving. Here’s the feedback:

Marker 1
Liked – The narrator’s walk through the forest and slide that almost took him into the river contributes to a sense of foreboding that dissipates when he is mesmerized by the woman at the river and then accelerates when violent shrieking of a crow breaks the spell he was under watching the woman. The hostel and the warden are deliciously creepy.

Improve – The narrator’s guilt about drawing the woman seems a bit out of place because he was an artist. He didn’t have a purulent(sp) interest; he was compelled to draw her, and he didn’t appear to have any intention to exploit her.

So Marker 1 didn’t empathise with someone who felt bad about their voyeurism; on the other hand they enjoyed the pacing and sense of foreboding, the setting and the character of the warden.

Marker 2
Liked – I enjoyed the dreamlike voice and tone of this story. It’s a nice contrast against the dark turn it takes.

Improve – The narrator can be difficult to connect to at times. I wonder if there is a way to deepen his characterization so the reader can empathize with him more.

Marker 2 found it hard to connect with the story, and makes a good suggestion for an improvement. It’s feedback I’ve had before, I need to make sure the reader gets the same emotional connection with the characters as I do.

Marker 3
Liked – Wow! What a lovely story. There’s an old-fashioned feel to it, and the language is so stately. The narrator’s desire was palpable and his decision at the end was a perfect culmination of the story.

Improve – The story is perfect. There were a few instances where “there was” was overused. But that is a small nit.

Marker 3 is clearly an astute individual with great taste in literature 😉 Besides the very complimentary nature of this feedback, the marker connected with some of the main elements of the story from my POV as a writer; the ‘old-fashioned’ feel and stately language were a concious choice to give it a gothic flavour. The ending changed a few times over the week I wrote this story, so I’m glad that the final choice went down so well.

So, when I look at that feedback I can see that I’m not making any major mistakes. One judge marked it down because they didn’t understand the characters motivations, and that feels outside of my control. I can’t predict what attitudes a reader might have, only those of the characters. Marker 2 didn’t connect with the character, and that I can improve on. I need to detach myself from it and make sure there is a compelling reason for readers to feel the same way that I do about my characters. And Marker 3? Well, thank you. Your feedback was a real confidence boost.

So what’s next for Tylluan Valley? Well, I shall do some edits in the light of this feedback and then find another competition to submit it too.

I woke this morning to an email from NYC Midnight, telling me that the first round results were in. The email itself gave no clue as to how well you’d done, so with bleary eyes I clicked on the link, using the browser on my phone to see how my story, Tylluan Valley, had gone down with the judges.

I would’t say that I had high hopes; but I had hope. I wouldn’t have entered the competition if I didn’t think I had the talent to get past the first round, and I liked the story that I’d written. I’m not sure I could have done better under the competition conditions.

But…my name wasn’t in the top 5. I took a deep breath, already mentally consoling myself and putting a positive spin on things; then I noticed something. In addition to the five winners, there were three ‘honorable mentions’. Do you know who got one of those? Me!

Every entry gets individual feedback from judges, which should be with me in the next 48 hours. I’m really looking forward to getting that, and to see what I can do to improve for next time.

I enjoyed the competition. Like Hour of Writes, NYC Midnight stretches writers by giving them prompts and setting a time limit. For the first round my assignment was to write a ghost story, involving a scholarship student and a secret; trying to write a story that included these elements without being stereotypical was a challenge.

Ghost stories are not something I write (I don’t particularly enjoy reading them either) but that’s where the real lessons in writing are found, I think. When I’m in my groove, with Sci Fi or children’s stories, it all comes easily and I don’t have to think; the art and craft of it comes naturally. Take me out of that groove and it becomes trickier, and in the conscious choices I make I learn something.

So yes, I’m disappointed that I didn’t get to the 2nd round, I would have loved to have been part of that. I don’t regret entering at all; I’ve learned some lessons and I have a great short story to show for it.

The world had never been so empty. As I rounded the bend and saw the expanse of the valley spread out beyond and below me, my heart blossomed with the beauty of it. All the same, my instincts were complaining that this place was too big, too open, too lonely. (Tylluan Valley – Sarah Dixon)

Winning is very nice, but honorable mentions and valuable lessons are pretty great too. I’ve got my sights set on next year, though!

When my children’s school said they were focusing on Science Fiction for Book Week this year, I had to get involved. I spoke to my son’s teacher and agreed to go in and read them a bit of Alfie Slider vs the Shape Shifter and answer any questions they might have about writing. I was quite nervous this morning; I’ve shared Alfie with a good number of people so far, fellow writers, beta readers, a literary consultant and of course agents but I’ve never read to such a large group before – and all of them my target audience! What if they all started yawning, or staring out the window?

I dressed for the part in a Doctor Who T shirt and a skirt with a space design. I felt more comfortable in a ‘costume’, I could pretend to be someone else a little bit. I got to school and the teacher asked if I would mind if three classes all came together to listen. From 30 children to 90! Yikes! I had about 20 minutes while the children were in assembly to prepare myself, so I sat down with my Kindle and went over what I was going to read.

I knew they were going to be working on the beginnings of stories later in the day, so I changed plans a little bit and read them the very first chapter and then skipped to the third, which is where Alfie looks at the mysterious key he’s found and starts to realise that it isn’t just a normal key. I had to take my glasses off to read from the Kindle so I couldn’t see their faces, but there wasn’t too much fidgeting and no talking, so I hope that they enjoyed it.

The teacher then asked them what they thought the key might open, and a lot of them had great ideas. A magic door, a transporter, different worlds, a space ship. They talked about the science part of the science fiction, about how Alfie realised that the key didn’t come from this world.

Then the very best part of the morning started, as I got asked lots of questions about Alfie and about writing. The children were absolutely brilliant, and asked really interesting questions.

I left floating on air! I was always a bit nervous about the idea of school visits, but now I’d love to do more of them. There is nothing like seeing a little spark of inspiration light inside a child’s eyes. I left with renewed enthusiasm to write some more.

I’m also going in to my daughters class soon (Reception) to read them a story that I’ve written especially for them about an alien visitor. I can’t wait!

Last year saw me writing Alfie Slider vs the Shapeshifter (Alfie 1) and starting the sequel, Alfie Slider and the Frozen Prince (Alfie 2). I got about 10 chapters into Alfie 2 when I got my Consultancy Report back from Cornerstones Literary Consultancy about the first manuscript, at which point I put it to one side to edit Alfie 1. I finished those edits at the tail end of 2015 and put the whole thing on the back burner until January.

The plan was to hit January hard. Submit the MS for Alfie 1 to agents, revise Alfie 2 in the light of edits to Alfie 1, and get the first draft finished. Then I learned two new words; Vestibular Neuritis. Having VN is as unpleasant as it sounds, my balance was shot to pieces and I felt like I was bobbing up and down on a boat most of the time. I couldn’t walk, ached all over, felt dizzy and sick and thinking was completely impossible. By the second week I could hold a thought, but couldn’t access my internal thesaurus. Any writing I did was a painful process of getting to the point where I needed a word and having to surf my way through thesaurus.com until I found the one I wanted. I had to prioritise my time to completing the Critical Analysis course I’m doing for part of my Creative Writing studies.

This week is the first time I’ve been able to actually do some work on Alfie 2. I could remember the overall plot, but had forgotten the details, and I wasn’t sure how big a job it would be to revise it after the chances to Alfie 1. I felt daunted at the idea of starting, so I did what I always do when I feel like that; I did it anyway. Within a few paragraphs, I was back there. Stood in the Monkesto, listening to Alfie chat with Mr Monk, smiling as the plot for this one unfolds and the story world expands.

I love Alfie, Amy, Mr Monk and all the other characters in the book. They don’t feel like things I’ve created, they feel like people and places I go and visit in my imagination. When I’m in the swing of writing Alfie, I don’t have to reach; I know just what he’d do or say, I know what’s behind the door they haven’t opened yet and what’s going to happen when they do. It’s a strange feeling, channeling these experiences from the world of imagination onto a computer screen.

Last week, in my continued search for agents, I came across one who has a particular interest in Sci Fi. I’ve sent him my submission information and now comes the long wait to see if I’ve found the person who sees the magic in Alfie and wants to help me take it forward.

Fingers crossed.

I get critique at any opportunity I can. It’s terrifying but I can’t learn or change without it so, needs must. If a writing competition offers critique, I will take it. This week I got an email about a short story that I’d entered into the last Henshaw’s Short Story Competition. This is the critique I got:

The Judges thought that though the story idea of breakdown in relationships ending in murder was not particularly new it had been given a clever twist here. But they thought that the twist at the end, whilst original, had given the events, characters and hence the story a lack of credibility.

The start was good, with a fast pace that gained the interest of the reader and made them want to read on. This fast pace was maintained by a good continuous storyline and retained attention throughout. The main character was well developed and provided a strong core for the story. Good use of dialogue also helped the reader relate to the main character and want to know what happened to her.

The writing was good, the conversations felt realistic and the main character was strong and convincing however the character of Juliet was undeveloped and would have benefitted(sp) from further development to make her later actions credible. The smooth creation of the scenario was effective and the atmosphere was well conveyed in the writing.

Overall the Judges thought that the story and in particular the character of Juliet was not credible and that also Juliet being a main player in the story needed a more developed character. The writing however was very good. There was a good balance of dialogue and description that carried the reader through at a good pace making them want to read the end of the story.

So, the first time I read this, I interpreted it as ‘They hated the story. It’s awful. I might as well just throw it away and give up writing altogether because I SUCK!’

Then my husband asked me to read it to him, and when I did that I realised how many positive there were. ‘A clever twist’, ‘Good dialogue’, ‘main character was well developed’, ‘The writing was good’, ‘creation of the scenario was effective’, ‘atmosphere was well conveyed.’ The judges just had one problem with the story, really. They didn’t know enough about the character of Juliet, so when her (rather extreme) actions are revealed at the end, it didn’t feel real for them.

They’re right.

This story is a rather odd one for me, because it literally came to me in a dream. It is written exactly as the dream played out (with a cast including Martin Freeman and Julia Davis) in my slumbering brain. I tend to get a bit blinded sometimes by the way a story comes to me when I first think or write about it. It doesn’t occur to me that I can change it. The individual words, yes, they can be edited but there’s something inherently sacred about the concepts, and the way they are revealed. I am learning, now, to be more analytical. To look at a story and to think ‘is there a better way that I can do this?’

That’s what I need to do here. I need to go back to the story and look at the way it ends. Does it need to be so extreme and gothic? Might a gentler ending be more realistic? It would only mean changing a few paragraphs, but I have to fight a natural resistance to do it. If I decide I want to keep that ending, how can I change the story to overcome the credibility issues the judges above mentioned?

It’s this sort of in depth analysis that is really changing my work. Not the way I write, but the way I edit. Now, when I go back to a piece for second or third draft, I’m much happier to throw away ideas that aren’t working and try something else. It feels a bit brutal at times, but the finished stories are much stronger as a result. At least, I hope so.

I’ve been writing for a year now. I’ve read books, blogs and websites. I’ve done online courses, workshops and undergraduate courses. I’ve listened to podcasts, attended meetings and generally immersed myself in writing. Looking back over all the pieces of advice, all the lessons learned in that year, I think the one that has most changed the way I write is a realisation that I came to somewhere along the way.

It’s not enough to just write a description of the story as it plays out in my head. My job as a writer is to get the reader as involved in that moment as I am.

And that’s tricky, because the things that play out in my imagination are full of sound, scent and action. My imagination is vivid and I just know things about the characters; who is lying, who is scared. It’s easy to forget that the person who is reading this doesn’t have those experiences unless I find the perfect combination of words to trigger them.

It means when I write a description, I have to remember that people experience things differently. Some people are visual, some experiential. Different senses dominate, scent, sound, touch, taste all need to be remembered alongside the appearance of a thing.

The words that I choose, their length, the rhythm of sentences, all of these can create a sense of time and place. They can pull the reader along at a frantic pace, or force them to slow down and immerse themselves in the moment. They can make people cry, or smile, or feel that creeping sense between the shoulder blades that something isn’t as it should be.

One other thing I’ve learned? I love writing. In the last year it has become as natural to me as breathing, eating and sleeping. I don’t know how I got to 44 without realising this was a fundamental need of mine.

In the last year I have conjured up more than 50,000 words of fiction, between Alfie Slider and a plethora of short stories. It’s so freeing to be allowed to daydream, to be able to call that ‘plotting’ and not think of it as a waste of time. I’m more myself now than I have ever been, and I count my blessings that I am able to do what I love, right here, right now.

For my next trick…I’m going to try and earn a living from it 😉

So, people are actually reading the things that I write. That’s a weird feeling in and of itself. Then there is the fact that people are having emotional responses to things that I’ve written, and that’s humbling and flattering and occasionally scary.

Earlier this year, I wrote a short story for kids called ‘The Museum Bell’ and offered it as a thank you for donations to Doctors of the World UK. The story is set on the front steps of the Yorkshire Museum, and a number of people who had read it told me that it had inspired them to visit and see the places and objects mentioned in the story.  Here’s a photo of Lochy on the Museum steps, sent to me by his Mum,  the talented Amy-Jane Beer.

Lochy ringing ‘The Museum Bell’

The idea that people might have their enjoyment of a place enhanced because of stories stuck with me, and forms the basis of a new writing venture that I hope to tell you more about very soon.

Then there is Joseph, one of my ‘beta readers’ for Alfie Slider. When his Mum asked if the story was too frightening, he had named only one scene as problematical. Why? It reminded him of an accident he’d had himself.

During my Christmas visiting, I met a family member who is very supportive of my writing. She told me how moved she’d been by my recent winning entry for Hour of Writes, After the Flood. I can’t count the number of times a book or story has moved me, stayed with me after I’ve finished reading it, and it’s amazing to know that I have the ability to do that too! Just with the power of words!

I haven’t, yet, set out to write a deliberately provocative piece but sometimes my personal thoughts and feelings sneak out from my characters mouths and my fears form the basis for bad guys or bad situations.

You might remember a while back I got some negative feedback from an entry to Hour of Writes, Climate of Change. Well, I’ve seen the comments of the person who marked that piece now; they say that reading it made them lose their temper, and that they had to take a few hours to cool off. I’m stunned that my words can have such an affect on someone, all the more so because as I said: I haven’t, yet, set out to write a deliberately provocative piece; apparently I wrote one accidentally, though.

I have some discomfort with this aspect of writing. I dislike manipulation on a deeply fundamental level, and yet that is exactly what I’m doing when I write a story. I want the reader to invest in the characters, to love or loathe them. I want them to feel happy, scared, sad or uplifted as appropriate. Writing is manipulation, and I choose my words to give the story maximum effect.

There’s also the element of how much people infer about you, the author, because of the things your characters say and do. I’ve already had to reassure friends and family members that I’m not terrified of abduction or having suicidal thoughts because they’ve read stories or poems and assumed that I was. The marker who got so upset thought that the point-of-view character’s thoughts and feelings were my own, that I was using her to argue my own agenda. I wonder if crime writers get any social invitations, or if hosts just hide all the sharp objects before they arrive?

Ultimately this is something that I need to develop more of a tolerance for, I suppose. People are going to have unexpected reactions to my stories, and as more and more people read my work so I’ll have to find a way to deal with that. Looking to the future and publication, there is the spectre of online reviews looming large, with all their scorn and vitriol.

What have I got myself into?

My primary goal when I write, is to get the stories out of my head and into a more reliable storage device. I’m still at an early enough stage in my writing career that people actually reading what I wrote makes me uncomfortable, but it’s a good kind of uncomfortable. At the end of the day, what is the point of writing unless someone reads it?

Somehow having people read blog posts, or online entries, isn’t the same as being part of an actual, physical book; there’s a real sense of permanence with ink and paper. I look forward to the day when my name is on the cover of a novel I’ve written and I can call myself an author without hesitation.

In the meantime, this is a very nice step along the way: my winning entry to Hour of Writes ‘The College Bar’ appears in their 2015 Winners Annual. My copy arrived yesterday, and it’s a wonderful book. Beautifully designed and bound, great quality, and some fantastic writing enclosed within. I’m very proud to be entry #41 in such a great volume, my first publication as an adult writer.

You can buy the annual, and other books from Hour of Writes here.