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The next big thing… take two!

You may have a distinct feeling of deja vu when you read this post, but I promise you that although I have done this blog hop before, I’m now covering a different book!  I was tagged by the lovely Lindsay Leggett, author of Flight, to answer questions on my current WIP so I thought I’d dive in and have another go anyway.  This is not the only WIP I have on the go, but the other biggie is a little more top secret and slightly less certain to go to plan!  So I’m sharing the safer bet with you!

What is the working title of your next book?

At the moment it’s called Storm Child. But that’s an old title and it may change.

Where did the idea for your book come from?

As usual, I’m pretty vague about the original spark, but I seem to remember having a simple idea of a baby left for someone to find, and what would happen if that baby was found by another child. The rest of it sprang from that central premise.

What genre does your book fall under?

It’s YA fantasy, but also a bit steampunk and perhaps could fall very loosely into historical fiction territory.

Which actors would you choose to play the part of your characters in a movie rendition?

I have absolutely no idea! I think Skandar Keynes might make a brilliant Isaac. That’s about as far as I’ve thought about it!Keynes_Skandar_03

What is a one sentence synopsis of your book?

Two worlds collide when poverty-stricken street urchins are thrown into an unlikely alliance with a wide-eyed country girl with one aim – to save a lost baby from a horrible death.

Will your book be self-published or represented by an agent?

I don’t actually know, although, I haven’t managed to con an agent into taking me on yet!

How long did it take to write the first draft of the manuscript?

About 2 years so far! I started it and got stuck at 15k words. I’ve only just picked it back up, having had a brainwave about where it was going.

What other books would you compare this story to within the genre?

That’s a tough one. It’s a bit Wolves of Willoughby Chase, only with older kids.

Who or what inspired you to write this book?

My brain!

What else about the book might pique the reader’s interest?

Its characters inhabit a strange, pseudo-Victorian world where magic exists and wolves stalk the English countryside.  And one of the characters looks like Skandar Keynes.

I’m tagging onto another lovely blogger, Octavia Grey.  Look out for her Q&A shortly…

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Z is for zzzzzzzzzzz

4709333171_f71bb5ea72Ok, I admit it, this blog challenge has finally beaten me.  I went through a whole raft of z words from zephyr to zits but I just didn’t have the energy to be inventive.  So, goodbye A-Z challenge, it’s been a blast.  I struggled some days to get to as many blogs as I wanted to visit and to leave comments in as many places as I wanted to, and I apologise to those I missed.  By the same token, I’d like to thank everyone who forgave me and visited me despite this.  See you all next year!

Right, I’m off to bed for the next month…

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The Tempest at The Globe 28th April 2013

It’s been a while since I did a theatre review, mostly because what I’ve been to see hasn’t really moved me to review it. But, of course, Colin Morgan at The Globe was always going to get a review!

I have actually wanted to go to The Globe for quite a few years now and, for one reason or another, the opportunity never presented itself. So when I heard that they were staging The Tempest (one of my favourite Shakespeare plays) featuring Colin (my favourite actor) it was going to take the arrival of the four horsemen of the apocalypse to stop me from going. And they wouldn’t have found me an easy target either.

Because I am still quite overwhelmed by how much I loved this production, and because the delicious memories are still jumbled up in my brain, each trying to tumble out at once, I have to make a checklist of what pops in first and then cover them in turn:

• Tumbling and swinging
• Costumes
• Cute little dances
• Singing and chanting
• Funny moments
• Prop malfunctions
• Audience reaction

Firstly, I have to say that the entire cast was amazing. Quite often, I’ll see a play and always pick out one duff performance that bugs me. But with this one, for me, every single person was perfectly cast and gave the most beautiful performance. Neither can I adequately express how perfect The Globe is. I’ve been to RSC at Stratford and, even though I enjoyed my visit immensely, it felt quite elitist, in some ways, more reserved. It felt like somewhere I had to behave in. The Globe feels like I’m sure it would have been in Shakespeare’s day: welcoming, levelling and merry. It feels like a place where friends would have got together to be entertained and to have a laugh. There seems to be more of an ethos of Shakespeare being something for the masses to enjoy, rather than for people with English degrees. The atmosphere was fantastic and if you haven’t been and get the chance, you really must go.

So, what’s next? Oh yeah, tumbling and swinging! Colin, as Ariel, did a lot of that. He cartwheeled across the stage, hung from beneath stairs with one arm like a monkey, climbed up staging and walked on funny stilt things. It was pretty impressive. All that and he still managed to deliver his lines! And that was pretty impressive too. I wasn’t sure what to expect from him for Ariel. As you may know, it’s not the first time I’ve seen him on stage and the last role was very different from this. I’ve seen The Tempest performed before too and, if I’m honest, the last time I don’t recall Ariel being a character that had much of an impact on me. Colin made his Ariel a strange mix of childlike naivety, jester, powerful spirit, nimble nymph, camp flirt and cheeky monkey! There were moments where he was like a little lost boy: the point at which Ariel asks Prospero if he loves him drew a collective sigh from the audience that very likely could have been heard from the Mir space station. And there were moments where Ariel really showed his power, like when he appears as a vengeful harpy to pronounce judgment on Prospero’s enemies. You’ll be happy to learn that the reports of his singing are well founded too – he can actually sing and it’s rather lovely! One moment where he sings and almost breaks down crying – oh, my heart!

I loved the costumes. They were inventive whilst still keeping to the ethos of not being over-produced; I loved the kind of rustic-ness about them. Some of the actors came into the crowds during the performance and I loved seeing the costumes up close for that reason. It reminded me of school play costumes, but in a really good way. It all added to the feeling of a sort of social accessibility around the theatre itself. Eek, someone is going to comment now and tell me they cost millions to produce! The same can be said about the props. The iconic stage was barely dressed at all, so that most of the setting came from your imagination, but what was done was really clever. Caliban first emerges onto the stage from a hole beneath a rock and the shipwreck at the beginning is done by actors carrying a model ship through the crowd as though it was a heaving sea. There was one funny prop malfunction moment where Ariel had to tie a washing line up between two posts. The line was clearly stuck on something and wouldn’t stretch. He tried twice but it wouldn’t budge, so he tripped off the stage very professionally and the washing had to stay in the basket!

This production definitely felt more humorous too than the one I’ve seen before. In fact, there was a lot of laughter and the audience clearly loved the jokes. There was one ongoing one where Trinculo keeps pulling fish from various parts of his jester outfit and they get bigger each time. And then there was a little wedding dance for Ferdinand and Miranda where the spirits joined in and that was just hilarious. There was another dance right at the end of the play where all the characters joined in and that was such a feel-good moment that everyone was just smiling their heads off and even the actors looked as though they were having the time of their lives. Of course, I was just mesmerised by Colin’s little version of the dance – just the cutest thing ever!

I’m just so happy that I got to see this performance but I think I need to go again!

One last bit, though I’m sure I’ve forgotten lots of things. I didn’t do the stage door waiting game. I have done before, but I figure it’s time I left the poor chap alone. And I had my 11 year old daughter with me – no young girl needs to see her mother behave like that

If you fancy seeing The Tempest for yourself, here’s the link.  Tickets start at £5, so what are you waiting for?

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Y is for Young Adult

There are lots of reasons why I write and read YA. I don’t write or read it exclusively, but it seems to dominate my choices at a subconscious level.  Whenever I put fingers to keyboard for a new story, invariably, a teenager appears. Maybe it’s because I’m drawn to young people in life (or people who have a young outlook).  Maybe it’s because I have a misguided attachment to my battered old Converse which means you’ll have to prise them from my cold, dead feet, regardless of how embarrassing my kids find it. Maybe it’s because I’m clinging stubbornly to my own lost youth. I’m not sure I can really say why I lean towards YA – you might as well ask why I like the colour green.2392464731_548fbbb10d

Whatever Freud would have to say, I love to write characters of this age.  They escape the constraints that dictate the actions of the rest of us. There’s a whole new world opening up for them, endless possibilities still to be written.  I write younger protagonists from time to time under a pen name and, while they have just as much fun, mostly I have the watchful eye of a parent or guardian to take into consideration.  Young adult protagonists have more freedom to go out into the world on their own but without the burdens that adults have. It’s a time of massive transition – of finding yourself, who you really are, what sort of person you’re becoming – and for me, that’s so exciting.  With a young adult protagonist you can pursue emotional arcs that you can’t with any other age group.

Another genre is fast emerging in the book world too, that of New Adult.  This genre is one I’m currently trying to write in, and I have to say that I’m finding the challenge exciting.  It’s taking me out of my writing comfort zone and allowing me to explore some of the themes that Young Adult only begins to touch on in more depth.  I’ve heard it said that this genre is just an excuse to let teenagers in books have sex, but I don’t agree.  I think that YA stories can and do already do that.  By the same token, I think that NA stories don’t have to be limited by sex either.   Just as adults don’t spend all their waking hours thinking about it, there’s no reason why New Adults have to, and nobody complains when being presented with a book about adults where sex does not happen.  Mine is still very much a work in progress, and it’s hard to say how it will turn out, but I’m having fun experimenting!

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On Twitter and an Open World…My new relationship with authors.

Everyone loved the last post by Liz Wilkins so much (find it here) that we just had to have her to write some more.  She’s locked in my basement right now, Misery style in a wheelchair with a typewriter wedged on her lap.

Ok, I’m only joking…

Or am I?

So, Liz, tell us what you’ve written…

So, in my last little attempt at telling you about life from an avid readers point of view, I talked about my favourite authors and how my reading relationship developed with them over the years. Of course now, with the onset of Social Media, a readers relationship with those authors can be much more up close and personal. The biggest social media platform by far for this is Twitter. That weird and wonderful nether world found online, where you can chat away to people you have never met, find like minded individuals to discuss and dissect your favourite and not so favourite novels and indeed open your mind to new and wonderful reading possibilities. Add to this the explosion of self publishing , the fact that authors and publishers alike pepper Twitter with all the possible information you could need to make an informed choice, as a reader a whole new world is suddenly at your feet.twitter

So from this readers point of view, I’ll talk a little about some positives and negatives when it comes to following authors on Twitter and their own individual ways of promoting their novels, and their use of Twitter in general. I’m going to use some of their names in vain when talking about the positive side and hopefully they will forgive me. There seem to be two fairly distinct ways that an author uses Twitter – one of which is positively brilliant, the other not so much…and a bit like a Job review I’ll start with the positives.

Some authors will chat away happily to their readers, to other authors and friends, whilst occasionally popping up a Tweet about their own books, other books they have enjoyed and well, just life in general. This is amazing – Turns out Authors are real people don’t you know! I have had the great pleasure of “meeting” some of these guys and they are truly wonderful to chat too. Terry Tyler is a great example (@TerryTyler4 ) She and I have bonded over our love of Coffee, and thanks to her I have an amazing new coffee cup (Yes Terry it really IS the best coffee cup in the world!) Occasionally she sets up a link to her own novels, and quotes parts of their reviews, but mostly she’s just a human being, talking to other human beings about the things that interest them. Would her novels have interested me without this happening in the background? No…they would not have been my first choice. Even after our initial encounters I resisted thinking they were not my sort of thing. But she’s so lovely, I went ahead anyway. I read “You Wish” and realised I had been an idiot. It was terrific – not my usual type of novel but I tell you, I now have all of her others on my kindle. No Twitter? I would never have known….

I wish I could mention all the awesome authors I have “met” on Twitter, sadly we would be here all day! You know who you are, you lovely people you. A quick shout out though to the wonderful Will Carver (@will_carver ) who is not only a terrific writer (Read Girl 4 if you dare – you won’t get any sleep!) but also knows his stuff when it comes to great books. Without him “The Book Thief” would have passed me by and my reading life would be the poorer for it…I return the favour- when he’s not so busy there are a few novels I’ve randomly decided he will like…look out Will I’m like a dog with a bone! There are many others. From my last piece you may remember my love for Neil White and Roger Ellory – both of whom I have a relationship with now on Twitter and my life is all the richer for it. I can’t leave this part of my blathering without mentioning the funny and talented Sarah Pinborough (@SarahPinborough ) who regularly has me laughing until I cry with her witty and often insightful outlook on life. So all in all, Twitter is an incredibly positive experience. I hope that I give back as much as I receive, I try.

There are negatives sadly as well – lets talk about some things that are definitely going to get my finger hovering over the “unfollow” button and an absolute determination to never read a book by that author no matter how good it looks on paper. When used as purely a marketing tool, Twitter can be the most boring place on the planet to spend an afternoon. I can’t be sure of the tools used, but its obvious that some Tweets are “automated”, set to spout off every so often, with no variety or life to them whatsoever. The only things mentioned in these tweets is the authors own novel/s, a link to where you can purchase them, and various “quotes” from the supposedly wonderful reviews these novels have received. ..send these authors a tweet and you will never get a response. I often wonder if they exist as real people at all – I know they must but my brain responds to them in a very negative way…like there is a robot out there somewhere in the mists of this strange Twitter world whose sole purpose it is to annoy and distract you from the more fun things in life! It doesnt work for real readers, I can promise you that. And oh my word, what about the hashtag phenomenon. Hashtags, when used sensibly, can be a huge plus on Twitter. Put the # before a sentence/phrase and anyone can search and find anything anyone has ever said about that subject. It is a handy thing for an author to use if they wish to let you know the genre of their novel. #Thriller for example. But hey, keep in mind you can have too much of a good thing! I saw a tweet the other day. It mentioned a book, linked to a review of said book, then following that I saw #Thriller #Romance #Mystery #Supernatural #Chicklit. Well what is it? Can it POSSIBLY be all of those things? Perhaps – but as a reader I’m going to avoid that like the plague because if a book doesnt know what it wants to be I don’t want to try and work it out. Too many great novels in the world to waste time on those you are unsure of. Add to that by the time I’d read the third hashtag my mind was wandering off into “What shall I have for lunch” territory…I’d lost interest. So there you have it. It would seem as if it is as well to remember that it is real people you are trying to reach out to on Twitter – not mindless automatons that do what they are told. The relationship has to work both ways to be a mutually accessible and beneficial one.

Twitter is wonderful though. I love it – the intimacy of it, and how it can brighten up an otherwise dull and listless day. In my teenage years, the only way I had of connecting with my favourite authors was a letter by snail mail. I wrote many letters, then sat in anticipation of a response popping through my letterbox. I do have a nostalgia for those days in a lot of ways – but oh the joy of “tweeting” an author to ask a question, or to say how much I am looking forward to their next release, and wow! Receiving a response. Having a chat. Interacting on a human and friendly playing field even if it is only in the online world. To finish I’d like to say the biggest thank you to those wonderful authors Sharon Sant and Jack Croxall for encouraging me to say my piece, giving me a platform where others can read my thoughts, and offering so much advice and help in general.

So, I wonder how other readers and of course authors view Twitter…Are you nodding your head at my thoughts in agreement or do you disagree and think that Twitter IS just a useful tool to market your product? I’d be very interested to hear your thoughts….

You can catch up with Liz on Twitter.  Follow her, this instant!

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X is for Xavier

I’ll be honest, I had sat for some time last night writing a completely different post for X. One of those from-the-heart, frank posts that looked decidedly ill-advised when I read it over again in the cold light of day.  So, as a much more lighthearted treat, I thought I’d introduce you to Xavier Bettencourt from Runners.  Xavier is a somewhat enigmatic character at the start of the book; there is lots we dont know about him and his motivations aren’t always clear.  One thing is certain, he doesn’t like Elijah very much and the distrust is mutual.  Perhaps something to do with the conversation that Elijah overhears concerning himself at their first meeting.  Luckily for Elijah, things with Xavier aren’t always what they seem.

Excerpt:

The stable was damp and inhabited by a skeletal, disgruntled looking horse which snorted indignantly at their arrival but, after a fuss from Rosa, decided they were welcome after all.  Two of the three stalls were unoccupied and obviously unused; Xavier noted that, although they were cleanly swept, there was no straw down.  On a bracket hung a wire basket with a supply of clean dry straw, which Xavier spread around in one of the vacant stalls for them to lie on.  It pricked them through their clothes but smelt inviting and safe.  Rowan fell asleep almost immediately, as did Sky, after finally agreeing to entrust Elijah’s care to Jimmy.  Jimmy did his best to make Elijah comfortable, but his limp form failed to respond to any of Jimmy’s anxious manoeuvrings. 

Xavier, who seemed to have taken on superhuman qualities, was adamant that he was going out to search for food. ‘Did you pick up those tokens?’

Rosa nodded and reached into her backpack, extracting the booklet that had been the cause of so much misery.  She tossed it to him.

‘Thanks.’

‘Where are you going to use them?’

‘If there’s a stable here with a live horse, then there has to be a house nearby,’ Xavier reasoned.  ‘I’m going to find it and see if I can get them to exchange these for something.  It’s a risk, but we don’t have any choice.’

‘You’re surely not going now?’

Xavier nodded, his square jaw set with grim determination.  Rosa was too tired to argue. 

***

A couple of hours later, Xavier stumbled in with a small cloth bag.  Shaking Rosa gently, he showed her the bag as she rubbed her eyes, struggling to wake. 

‘Where did you get that?’ 

‘Quite a walk actually – there’s a cottage.  It’s in a bit of a hollow, which is why we never saw it before.  They were nice people.  Only had eggs to spare, though.’

‘But,’ Rosa began groggily, ‘we can’t start a fire in here…’

‘I know.  We’ll have to eat them raw.’  Xavier steeled himself, at the same time pulling a brown, slightly feathery, hen’s egg out of the sack.  Tipping his head right back he cracked it into his open mouth and swallowed it in one, shuddering.  Rosa looked horrified. ‘This is not the time to be squeamish,’ Xavier scolded. 

‘Didn’t they ask you any questions?’ Rosa asked as she accepted an egg from Xavier and held it as though he had given her a hand grenade.

‘Yeah.  I felt a bad about lying to them really. They are a bit too trusting. Anyone else would have robbed them blind.  They asked where we were staying. I was sort of straight with them.  I told them I was with a group of soldiers on exercises and we got separated from the others, so we were sheltering in the stable, just for tonight, and we’d move on in the morning. Just in case they came noseying, really.’

‘I thought you said they were nice.’

‘That doesn’t mean they wouldn’t report a gang of kids hiding out in their stable, though, does it?’

‘We don’t really look like soldiers.’  Rosa forced an ironic laugh.

‘No,’ Xavier agreed, ‘but hopefully I was convincing enough that they won’t come to check.  It’s quite interesting that they believed me so readily – don’t you think?  Puts a new slant on what Jimmy told us about the CMO.’ 

‘Or perhaps they thought you were seventeen.’

‘Perhaps.’ Xavier shrugged. ‘Anyway, I told them the horse was ok with us. That seemed to settle it really.’  He glanced over at Elijah, who was shivering in his sleeping bag, his eyes moving rapidly under their lids. ‘Give me a hand to get one of these inside him.  He’s not going to last otherwise.’ 

Rosa gently pulled Elijah’s head onto her knees and tipped it back without resistance. She pinched his nose while Xavier cracked an egg and poured it into his gaping mouth, stroking his throat like he was giving a dog pills.  Elijah gagged and it dribbled back out, the yolk running down his chin.

‘We’ll just have to try and keep him hydrated, it’s the best we can do for now.’ Xavier grimaced.  ‘His breath stinks. We’ll wake the others.  They need to eat sooner rather than later.  Plenty of time for sleep afterwards.’

You can check out the Runners page on Goodreads if you want to know more.  Or, ya know, you could add it to your shelf… or something…

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W is for Wibbly Wobbly Timey Wimey

Yup, you guessed it. I love time travel! Not actual time travel, of course, though that just imagine that!  I love the idea of it. And, as I’ve said so many times before, the endless possibilities for story telling, the way the concepts it presents can tie your brain up in delicious knots. Things can get pretty complicated when you time travel, as I have found when trying to write it. It’s been done so often now, that it can seem a tired idea,  but over the last few years I’ve seen it used in some very unlikley ways to make it all shiny again. Take The Time Traveler’s Wife. Who saw that coming? But what a brilliant reinvention of a well-loved trope. I’ve seen it pop up in chick lit, and in some of my favourite non-sci-fi shows such as Life on Mars. Heroes and Misfits showed time travel as a super-power.  I wonder how many more versions we will see?

And now for the real reason that we are discussing time. Over to you, Doctor…

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V is for Villains

This is a short post and really to pose a question:  Why do villains in stories always laugh?  Or smirk?  Or cackle evilly?  Why do they display any hint of merriment when they are contemplating or have committed some dastardly deed?  Being evil might be funny, but it can’t be that funny, surely.  Even in a room full of people, Merlin’s Morgana in series 3 had a face that was permanently stuck in an evil grin the moment anyone wasn’t looking.  Sometimes when they were looking.  If you are doing something underhand, save your laughter and concentrate on hoodwinking your victims good and proper.  All Uther had to do was turn around at the wrong moment and she’d have been toast.  It’s not that I have a problem with villains finding their villainy amusing in moderation, but I just don’t get where this whole idea that they have to laugh all the time started.  Was it with moustache twirling baddies of the silent movie era who, presumably, had to grin and twirl their moustaches to show their badness because they had no dialogue and rubbish, crackly film?  Does anyone else know?  I’m even guilty of doing it myself when I write baddies, perhaps because the idea is so ingrained in me that I just can’t shake it.  It seems to be a particular malady in fantasy writing as a whole.  I need help to kick the chipper-baddie habit.  Anyone want to form a support group?

Watch out for the smirk count in the corner. Enjoy!

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U is for Unlikely Hero

Not only the title of a Hoosiers song (just sharing a guilty pleasure moment there) but also my favourite sort of hero.  From lovestruck Cyrano to sociopath Sherlock to ‘scrawny, specky git’ Harry Potter (I wish I could claim that but blame it on the Weasley twins) everyone loves an underdog (which also begins with U).harry

Why do we look to the least likely heroes to save the day?  What is it about them?  Maybe they remind us of ourselves.  It takes a hobbit to save Middle Earth when there are warriors and elves all around.   Maybe hobbits are like us – real people. And maybe it’s healthy to root for the hobbit.  Maybe it reminds us that we don’t have to sit idly back when injustice is around us, that everyone can make a stand, no matter how insignificant they may seem.  The difference is, in real life there are often things beyond our control to change, even with the most determined will.  In fiction, we can achieve our aims through our protagonist.  And the more like us they are, the more we take the journey with them.

In any story, you can bet that I’ll be rooting for the overlooked geek, the quiet, unsung hero toiling away in the background, the socially awkward non-entity… the unlikely hero of the tale.  Maybe because they’re just like me.

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T is for Tethering Titles

Regular visitors to the blog may know that I have a soft spot as big as New Mexico for Jack Croxall’s Victorian adventure, Tethers. I ‘met’ Jack on Twitter last year when he was still writing it and right from the first mention I was intrigued. The book promised to be everything I grew up loving: heart stopping, swashbuckling adventure with kids at its heart, set in an era steeped in romance. I looked forward to its release with a mixture of excitement and trepidation; it would have been the disappointment of the year if it hadn’t been good!tethpurp-211x300

My fears were unfounded and I loved it. But that’s not the point of this post, so I apologise for digressing. The point is that Jack’s title, Tethers, was intriguing just by itself. In fact, without gushing, it was a work of genius. As I began to lose myself in the tale, I just knew that somewhere along the line, it was going to be significant. So when the moment came to reveal that significance, it was such a gratifying one that I almost punched the air. It was so important to everything that the book was about and that made it perfect.

Titles are funny things. Some people struggle with the title more than anything else, often using a working title for as long as possible. For me, a work in progress doesn’t feel like a real book until I have a title for it. I often find, in actual fact, that the title is one of the first things that occur to me. For one book I recently began, a title that popped into my head actually dictated the whole premise and kick-started the draft! However the title comes, for me, it’s usually one of the first things put in place. There have been occasions where books I’ve written have had a title that was changed at the last minute, though. Sky Song was initially called The Cosmic Canvas (taken from a line in the book) until a friend wrinkled her nose and mentioned that it made her think of hippie Neil from The Young Ones. After that, I couldn’t get the association out of my head and the old title had to go.  Another novel, Runners, went through about four titles before it was settled.

Titles are not only significant in terms of telling you what to expect from a book or linking into the plot, but they can dictate whether the book sells or not. This sounds extreme, but I believe it to be true. Unless highly recommended, if I see a book whilst browsing and I think that the title is boring, I pass it by. I realise that everyone’s concept of boring is quite different, so, obviously, this will be subjective according to each reader. But the point I’m making is that it needs to be clever/intriguing/witty/romantic – whatever will pull at the heart strings of your target audience. This may sound obvious, but it doesn’t seem to be to everyone. I would point here to Snakes on a Plane. Either someone had their tongue firmly in their cheek, or their imagination had gone for a city break. Whatever you think about it, I have never seen, and do not intend to ever see this film, simply because the title puts me off.

I realise that I might be setting myself up for a massive fail here as lots of people point to my book titles and scoff.  In which case, all I can do is point you to Tethers to prove my point.

If you want to find out more about Jack or his book, you can click the following links…

website

Goodreads

Amazon