How Controlling Are You?

Do it. You know you want to.

Tell the truth, now!

IT’S GREAT when we women are in control of ourselves, our lives and our destinies, but sometimes, we can go a little too far, and wind up stepping on the toes of those around us. But how far is too far? How do you tell the difference between being in control and being overly controlling?

Take my exclusive quiz—or, rather, I nicely suggest you take my exclusive quiz, and see.

When cooking, you:

A. Eyeball it; a handful of this, a handful of that, and if all else fails, drown it in ketchup.

B. Use good old, tried and true recipes, but you’re not afraid to give your dish your own personal twist; a favourite herb, or a shortcut your mother taught you.

C. Measure all ingredients twice, and if you think you’ve made a mistake, you start over.

At restaurants, you:

A. Ask the waiter to surprise you.

B. Order from the menu . . . but ask for dressings on the side, and hold the MSG.

C. Demand they bring out sous-chef and grill him (“grill” . . . ha) on whether the kingfish is north coast or east, and whether the white sauce is made with cooking cream or sour cream.

When you and your honey are dressing to go out on a special date, you:

A. Compliment him on the way he’s dressed, even though you privately think he could have done without those white tube socks with his dress shoes.

B. Politely suggest he change his tube socks for something else.

C. Don’t even bother to oversee how he dresses; after all, you personally bought every single garment in his closet and arranged them by colour, texture and style.

Your boss invites you to her home for cocktails. You:

A. Drop by after you’re done liming in the mall, wearing whatever you had on when you left. After all, you’re off the clock; she can’t tell you how to dress.

C. Cancel your plans, break out your little black dress, and pick her up a nice bottle of red on your way over.

C. Tell her you’ll come, but she really must lock that fuzzy dog of hers away before you get there. It’s bad for your allergies, and you’d rather not get dog hairs on your new velvet miniskirt.

You and your husband are both so busy that it’s not often you get to spend quality time together. You:

A. Let it slide. Every now and then your free nights coincide, and that’s enough for you.

B. Actively collaborate with him to arrange for a date night at least once a week, even if it means giving up some other important activity. After all, your relationship deserves the time investment.

C. Call up all his friends and read them the Rules According to You: No liming on weekends; no phone calls after 9:00 p.m., and all sporting events, etc. have to be cleared by you first.

It’s your best friend’s wedding, and all eyes are on her. You:

A. Step aside every time you see a camera, so as not to photobomb any of her precious shots.

B. Dress tastefully, pose with her for a few happy photos, and then slip into the kitchen to make sure the caterer is on top of things.

C. Turn up dressed in a long, flowing white gown. Festooned with lace. With white orchids adorning your elaborate updo. With a shiny rock on your finger bright enough to dazzle the pilots of passing aircraft . . ..

SCORING

Mostly As. Sweetheart, life is a participation sport. You’re not meant to stand on the sidelines while it goes by. DO something!

Mostly Bs. Nice job. You know when to hold ‘em, and know when to fold ‘em. Kenny Rogers would be proud of you. And so am I.

Mostly Cs. Slow your roll, sister. It’s not all about you. Believe it or not, you share this planet with about 7 billion more of us. And not everyone was placed here to do your bidding.

Other signs you need to loosen your grip:

  • You assume you know what the other person is thinking. You can’t.
  • If things don’t go your way, you sulk. Or throw a tantrum.
  • People plan events, put everything in place, and then invite you.
  • Your phone bill is through the roof because you are constantly calling people up to “see if everything is going according to plan”.
  • Your boyfriend’s left sleeve is always wrinkled from the death grip you keep on his arm wherever you go.
  • You try to re-write Wikipedia—all of it—to suit your world view.

I’d ask you to leave a comment here—but would that seem controlling?

Maybe—Just Maybe—Your Editor is Right

(We sometimes are, ya know!)

We writers can be pretty headstrong. We’re adamant about our work, and are always prepared to defend it, right down to the last punctuation mark. I remember annoying the hell out of my editor at Kensington when, pissed off at what I thought was a crappy edit, I flew into a fit of high dudgeon, stetted about fifty of the line editor’s changes, and Fed Exed about 30% of my novel back. Just weeks before printing.

Nobody was to tell me how to write my book!

My editor was not amused. “I got your many changes,” she told me dryly thereafter. I felt a bit abashed then, and as I became more experienced, I realised I was damn lucky she didn’t fire me on the spot. I was damn rude and out of line. Not to mention arrogant, stubborn, and ign’ant.

Now that the metaphorical shoe is on the other figurative foot, and I find myself in the editor’s chair, I encounter writers who, kill them dread, refuse to listen to reason. It’s their book, I don’t know anything, and they’re going to do it their way.

Well, sure. It is your book, after all. You don’t have to change a damn thing. You don’t have to listen to a word I say—as long as you still pay me, sis.

But consider this: Your editor is someone who has been through the wringer herself, who has been there, who has had her work praised and scorned, and who has survived. She’s grey of hair (well, except for the Revlon) and long of tooth. Maybe she knows what she’s talking about.

So I know that being told that you need to fix your story—or, in extreme cases, that it sucks and you need to start over—can sting. It can hurt like a mofo, like someone telling you your baby’s ugly. And you love the hairy little bugger.

But if you love it so much, why not do all you can to make it the best it can be? Instead of seeing your editor’s comments as proof that you’re a terrible person, a bad writer, and a sub-par human being who deserves to be dragged into the orca pool at Sea World, why not try to see it her way? Why not have another go, this time, on her terms?

After all, our primary interest is to make your story better. And we can help you do it, if only you and your ego can get out of your own way.

Any bad editor stories? Share them here. (Good ones, too.)

7 Bad Habits to Kick This Year

Old habits deserve to die

Erase bad habits

We start every new year with a list of resolutions, and most of the time, one person’s resolutions are pretty much like the other’s.  Lose weight, give up alcohol, be a better person, yadda yadda.  All well and good, but those big-ticket items tend to mask nasty little habits we should strive to ditch for good.  Here’s are seven mini-resolutions that really make sense.

1.  Stop cussing

Cussing is a great way to vent pent-up emotions, but let’s face it: the vocabulary is limited and lacks imagination.  Display your literary side by memorising a few choice insults from greats like Shakespeare.  Among his gems are: “More of your conversation would infect my brain”, “You ramping fool”,  or “You diffused infection of a man!”  Ouch, ouch, and ouch.

Not only will you look smarter than they, but they’ll be too speechless to think of a comeback.

2.  Stop hanging out with friends who aren’t good for you

You wore matching dresses to grad and shared your worst secrets.  We get it; you’ve been friends a long time.  But if you find yourself wondering why, maybe you should re-examine the relationship.  Are you in a better or worse mood after you spend time with this person?  How do you feel about yourself when you two are done talking?

If your old buddy tires you out or encourages you to backslide into vices you thought you’d conquered, it’s time to cut the tie that binds.  Gently, kindly, but firmly set yourself free.

3.  Stop letting time slip through your fingers

How much time do you spend on the road, standing in line, or waiting on others every day?  Multiply that by 7.  Then by 4.  Then by 12.  Got the picture?  Find ways to make every second count.  Never leave the house without a book.  If you’re driving, slip in an audiobook or a meditation chant, anything that will make you feel better or increase your knowledge.  Claim back those chunks of time that are going down the drain.

4.  Stop avoiding your mother

You call your mom once a week to keep your conscience quiet, even though you know you’re in for an earful that includes a list of her current ailments, a complaint about her neighbour’s tree dropping rotten mangoes in her yard, and a demand for an explanation of why you don’t go to church more often. 

Stop letting your caller ID be your shield.  Little boys and girls grow up, and the balance shifts.  She needs your companionship and your ear as much as you once needed hers.  If you stopped hiding from her like a naughty puppy, you’ll enjoy your time together more.

5.  Stop pleasing people all the time

Yes, Ma’am, no Sir, oh, I really wanted to eat Arabic, but if you feel like Chinese, well . . . okay . . . .  Sounds familiar?  We as women have a habit of choking down our own wants and needs in order to make others feel better, to be nice, or simply out of the fear that if we stand up for what we want we will be dismissed as a colossal B-word.

Well, what’s so bad about being a colossal B-word sometimes?  Because the opposite of that is ‘doormat’, and getting constantly stepped-on is no fun.  It leaves you feeling wiped-out — yes, pun most certainly intended — emotionally, mentally, and spiritually. 

So every once in a while, dig in those heels and get what YOU want.

6.  Stop living in the past

Brand new year, brand new chance to reinvent yourself and your future.  Living in the past is like being stuck in an eternal loop, like in the movie Groundhog Day. It’s not only self-defeating, it’s boring.  And pointless.

At some time or other you were stupid, careless, unkind, clueless, and, well, human.  Just like everyone else.  Forgive yourself and move on.

7.  Stop putting yourself down

If your friend was as negative about you as you are about yourself, would you spend time with her?  I think not.  Make your self-chat more positive.  That way, you’ll enjoy your own company better, and give your ego a boost.  And voila, a better you.

What habits do you think we should add to the list? Comment here and tell us.

Maysoon Zayid Found Her Dream

We dream or we die.

Cover of Maysoon Zayid's book, Find Another Dream

Maysoon Zayid likes to joke that her situation makes other people feel better about their lives. After all, she’s a brown-skinned, female, Muslim Palestinian with cerebral palsy. “If that doesn’t make you feel better about yourself,” she jokes, “Something’s really wrong with you!”

Yup. She’s got it coming at her from all sides. As she explained in her Audible memoir, Find Another Dream, she was robbed of oxygen by the drunken sot of a doctor who delivered her. She twitches incessantly, something she says is exhausting, and I believe her. She wasn’t supposed to be able to walk, but her father taught her how, by placing her feet upon his and walking her around the room, the way my father danced with me.

She got speech therapy to be clearly understood, and dance lessons instead of physio, which her parents couldn’t afford. And yet, when she announced in dance class that she wanted to dance professionally, her instructor patronisingly sneered, “Find another dream.”

Yeah, about that . . . . Not only has she danced and acted on Broadway, but she travels all over the world doing stand-up, appeared with Adam Sandler in Don’t Mess with the Zohan, and has a recurring role on General Hospital. And her TED Talk has, like, a hundred trillion views. You can check it out here.

Though American born, she travels to Palestine regularly, to act as an advocate for those who are suffering, especially the children. She’s somehow become the poster girl for many causes: women, brown people, Arabs, and the disabled, and manages to fill all those roles with great humour.

She has her own stuff going on on YouTube, too, like her video series, Advice You Don’t Want to Hear, and is a regular on celebrity talk shows and stand-up stages around the world. The book is short, but such fun that I went running to see what else she had out there.

You just got yourself a fan, girl!  

Read it? Or are you reading something else you’d like to recommend. Tell us!

Writers are empty, not blocked

Get out of what-to-write-next jail.

Bitmoji of Roslyn being stressed

Like everyone else, I’ve been fanged by the evil writers’ block vampire, finding myself curled up on the floor, ash-pale, dried-out and wondering what the hell happened and why I can’t produce a word.

But we writers are strong, creative, and ambitious. We’re heroes in our own stories, and whenever we’re faced with adversity, we suck it up and keep on going.

Years ago I read something that forever changed the way I looked at writers’ b-word. No idea who said it or even where I read it, but I’ll never forget. It went like this: “Writers are empty, not blocked.”

In other words, when we find ourselves out of ideas, it’s not that there’s a giant obstacle inside us, a wall erected somewhere in our cerebellum standing between us and a million-dollar, best-selling idea. Often, it’s that we’ve allowed ourselves to become barren, using up our creative stores without replenishing them.

So how do we fill ourselves up again?

Travel

Ideally, to Paris, Khartoum, or the Gobi Desert, but if your bank balance thinks that’s hilarious, maybe take a drive to another town, or out into the country. Park up and take a stroll. See new people (better yet, talk to them), taste new food, change your perspective.

Try a different genre

Lemme tell ya, I’m all burned out with romance, and don’t see myself writing another soon. Which is why I’m so gung-ho about memoirs these days. I’m learning a new skill and freshening up my jaded brain cells.

Read, read, read

Maybe you’re just bored. Maybe you spend so much time writing that you’ve forgotten that writers are readers at heart. Trying a new author or going back to your favourite might be just the tonic you need. (Notice I didn’t say “plagiarise, plagiarise, plagiarise”. Don’t let what you read penetrate so deeply that it influences what you write. There be dragons.)  

Look inside yourself

Are you really not finding anything to write about or are you sabotaging yourself? Is there something that scares you, something you’re afraid would happen if you did finish your project? Success? Failure? Self-exposure? Bad reviews? The subconscious mind is a hell of a thing. Maybe you have something to sort out before you’re at peace with yourself enough to slam that keyboard once again?

Pack it in

At least temporarily. Go to your favourite pastry shop and challenge yourself to see how many calories you can consume in half an hour. Work out. See a movie. Have sex (I wish, ha.) Smoke a joint. (I can say that now that it’s been decriminalised in Trinidad. Yay!) (Also please note that I have never had a spliff in my life. Boo.) Go buy some sexy underwear; I find purple lace works best for me. Or a funny T shirt emblazoned with some pithy observation; the snarkier the better. Draw a mustache on the dog. Do anything that distracts you from the pickle you’re in.

Like a wary butterfly, inspiration will land on you if you stop trying to hard to catch it. Good luck, amigos.

Did any of these work for you? Let me know in the comments!

Amy Schumer’s Lower Back Tattoo

A little funny, a little crass, a little thoughtful.

Photo of the cover of Amy Schumer's book.

To be honest upfront, I’m on the fence about Amy Schumer; I think she’s funny enough, and I’ve enjoyed her movies and standup, but I wouldn’t list her among my favourites. It’s straight-up take her or leave her, as far as I’m concerned.

But I love memoirs, and I loved The Girl with the Lower Back Tattoo, too. I didn’t feel like she was trying too hard to be funny, and her tendency to deliberately go for the easy, gross-out gag wasn’t as evident. As I listened, (yeah, I love me my Audible), I realised that I’d been guilty of assuming that just because she played dumb or ditzy characters, she was that way herself. I was actually surprised, I’m ashamed to say, at how clever she was; smart and incisive.

I enjoyed her adventures and her self-confidence, especially in a profession where you’re expected to be almost suicidally skinny. Hooray for the chunky girls! And she takes her little run-ins with social awkwardness and embarrassment in stride.

Reviews have been mixed, as are the reviews of her performances, but I enjoyed it, and will probably listen again.

Pairings

I think I’ll pair this enjoyable memoir with these lovely temporary tattoos, because you don’t need to bleed to have a tramp stamp.

And, maybe, a copy of Mother-Daughter Duet: Getting to the Relationship You Want with Your Adult Daughter, because she and her mom have lots of fences to mend.

Interested in writing your own memoir? I can help. Contact me here.

Have you read The Girl with the Lower Back Tattoo? Are you a fan? Comment here!

Finding time to write

We don’t find time; we make it.

Image of a click made up of coloured post-its

Did anyone take part in NaNoWriMo? That’s National Novel Writing Month, always held in November. The challenge is to write the first draft of a 50,000-word novel in 30 days. Sceptical? Thousands have done it. Many have gone on to get published.

But those of us writers who don’t have a giant S printed on our clingy spandex chests find it hard to get 50 pages done in a month, much less 50,000 words! We have jobs, studies, kids, spouses, sick family members, elderly parents, pets, fitness and a hundred million other things crowding our already cluttered lives. How do we do all this and still shove our writing project in edgways? Are we crazy?

Now that I write and edit full time, it’s a lot easier, as it’s a clear case of work or starve. But when I was in corporate life, and when the kids were younger, it was a challenge. I figured out a couple of tricks, and I’ll share them with you — on the condition that you’ll share yours with me.

Eat one-handed

For years I ate at my desk at work, stuffing my face with one hand while the other tapped out my story. I learned fast which foods are easiest to eat while working, like sandwiches, pizza, or roti, and which need to be avoided, like steak or spaghetti, which require concentration and dexterity (and two hands) if you plan to avoid disaster.

Even if I scarfed down my lunch (trying not to choke), I could still cram maybe 30 minutes of writing time in there. Doesn’t sound like much, but it adds up. (And this may be TMI, but I also learned to breastfeed one-handed for the same reason.)

Dictate to yourself

If you’re busy doing something else (housework, driving, that sort of stuff), try dictating your thoughts into a recorder or phone. (Make sure your phone is hands free if you’re driving, please!) I personally don’t use this method as I actually type faster than I think, but it’s a great solution for many people.

Just don’t dictate while walking down the street or while using public transportation, lest you get carted off for a psychiatric evaluation.

Drop by drop

As the elders say, “Drop by drop will fill a bucket”. Don’t stress if you can’t find a nice long couple of hours to write in. Do it one page a day and you’ll have a largish novel in a year. That’s better than most people who claim they want to write ever achieve.

Don’t be nasty to yourself

Many writers, including seasoned ones, get so bogged down in rewriting and editing a few pages that they never finish the whole book. The best advice I ever got was “Finish the book, then edit it.” Soldier onwards to the end before you look back; it will help you focus on your progress rather than spinning top in mud, going round and round in circles, but heading nowhere.

Palm off your responsibilities

If you can afford it, get someone to come in and help with the housework, even if it’s just once a week, to free you up a bit. Palm off the kids on a relative (slip them some money for ice cream and they won’t complain). Lock your door. Scribble “Do Not Disturb” on your forehead. Treat yourself to a beach house weekend. Every now and then you deserve a nice long idyll with your masterpiece. Go for it!

Other good ideas
  • Take a coffee/writing break. It’s a cliché, but coffee shops exist for a reason.
  • Write while someone else is driving.
  • Fit the task to the time allotted; big jobs for big chunks of time, and so on.
  • Play deaf. What? You were asking me to get up and fix dinner? Sorry, I didn’t hear you!
  • Squeeze in an extra hour at the start or end of your day. (Personally, I’m at my best at dawn.)
  • Be your own dominatrix: reward yourself for being good, and punish yourself for being naughty.
  • Stop using ‘busy’ as an excuse. We’re all busy. The only person I know who isn’t is my dog. How badly do you want this?
  • Your book—and your readers-in-waiting—will thank you when you’re done.

Do you have any tips or tricks to add? How easy is it for you to find time to write? Let’s hear your comments.

Writing About Otherness

Let’s celebrate our differences!

Image showing a morph of women of different races.

One of the most disturbing things I’ve ever heard a publisher say, at a conference several years ago, was, “We don’t let our black authors write white main characters; we don’t think they can identify enough to write it credibly.”

Say what?

I sat there, breathing through my mouth in shock, as she went on to explain that writers who write about people who weren’t like them, as in a different race, culture, sex, etc., fall too often into stereotype and caricature. So they simply didn’t allow it. If you’re black, so were your main characters. If you were white, well, you get the picture.

Stereotypes from hell

I was stunned, and 20 years later, I’m still in shock. Sure, we’ve all seen writers and even film directors attempt to convey a character who’s out of their own personal paradigm and fall into the trap of exaggeration, to the point of being insulting. One of my all-time favourite writers is Ed McBain, the author of the wonderful 87th Precinct detective series, which I consume voraciously. But I have to admit that his portrayal of black people, especially in his earlier, less politically correct novels, were cringe-worthy. Lots of “dis” and “dat” and pimp-walking going on. 

The Internet is also rife with examples of men writing female leads and spending inordinate amounts of time on full, ripe bosoms and long, silky legs. Lots of breasts jouncing hypnotically, and even a woman who kept her driver’s license, credit card and money in a tiny purse tucked inside her hoo-ha (really). If you don’t believe me, click here for a cackle-inducing roundup of startled breasts and flanks that look like the fuselage of a war plane.

Okay, fine. Sometimes the differences between us can be hard to bridge, especially if we don’t take the time and energy to learn about other people. So does that mean we’re forever sentenced to write only about people who look, talk and act like we do? That’s boring!

But how do you write about people who are different and make them compelling and believable?

Empathy

Empathy makes all the difference. It is the very human ability to identify with the emotions and situations of others. It’s the ability to recognise when someone is happy, scared, upset or anxious, even when we aren’t feeling those emotions ourselves. And it applies even if that person is a figment of your own or someone else’s imagination.

For me the key has been to draw parallels between my character’s situation and something in my life that could elicit similar emotions. I may never have been abused by a partner, but I can think of times in my life when I’ve felt scared and betrayed. I’m not currently in possession of a penis, but if I were writing a sex scene from a male POV I’d focus more on the sensation of touch, scent, taste, rather than the mechanics of erection and ejaculation (lest I make myself a laughingstock).

Recognise your humanity

Realise that the differences that separate us are smaller than the commonalities that bind us. We’re all humans; we’ve all been hurt, we’ve all been happy and scared and angry. The situation your character finds himself in doesn’t have to be something you’ve experienced for yourself; it simply has to elicit similar emotions. That’s a great place to move on from.

As always, show, don’t tell

There’s the temptation to narrate the experiences of a character who’s markedly different from us, mainly because we’re afraid we won’t be able to accurately portray them, but you need to get over that. Immerse yourself into the experience until you feel . . . something. Then write about that something.

Surrender to the feeling

Let the emotions sweep through you. Feel the prickle of anxiety, the thrill of desire, the cold, clammy weight of dread. What you feel is probably what your character feels. Make use of it. Write it down!


Fiction is a uniting medium. It brings us together across borders and across centuries. Even across galaxies. This is because despite race, gender, nationality, religion, skin tone or whatever the hell else, we are all human. Space aliens, monsters and the undead can experience emotions similar to ours, and that’s what makes them believable. Take advantage of that, and your writing is going to be golden.

(And if you want to have a little fun, click here for a challenge: Can you write a description of a female character the way a man would? Post below, let’s see!)

Comments and questions, guys. Let’s talk it through!

Is Alan Cumming His Father’s Son?

And incidentally, if you haven’t seen him in Titus, FIND IT AND WATCH IT!

Alan Cumming's Not My Father's Son

Probably the first time I encountered Alan Cumming was in Circle of Friends. I was immediately captivated by his snarky, rat-faced character; his job was to make your skin crawl, and that he did very well.

I think I saw him next in the bizarrely anachronistic rendition of Shakespeare’s Titus, along with Anthony Hopkins. Once again, Alan stole the show. And my heart. He’s pretty high on my list of celebrities I’d most like to have dinner with. Or anything else for that matter.

So you can imagine how I felt about his memoir, Not My Father’s Son. Alan Cumming, reading to me about his fabulous and exciting life! What could be better?

Well, let me tell you, if you’re looking for butterflies and light, you chose the wrong book, my brother. Alan’s young life was horrifying, veering between poverty, cold, and nightmarish abuse from a brutish father who reminded me of old man Morel in D. H. Lawrence’s Sons and Lovers. I mean, he almost scalped him, for God’s sake.

It’s an old trope that out of immense childhood pain arise the most creative and artistic impulses. But damn. How do some people survive such experiences, not only with their sanity intact, but with enough drive and ambition to make something of themselves?

Of course, one of the best parts of the book (apart from getting the scoop on all his fascinating theatrical projects and his romantic adventures as a bisexual man) was the mystery surrounding his paternity. Apparently, his mother had an affair, and there was a high chance that Alan was not, in fact, the son of the monster who terrorised him most of his life. The suspense will make you chew on your cuticles as you wait for the DNA test, his mother’s confession, and all the drama. Was he his father’s son? Get the book, cause I’m not gonna tell ya.

What I can tell you is, if you’re a fan of Alan’s, you’d be doing yourself a disservice by not getting this book. It’s a masterpiece.

That’s my two cents. What’s yours? Please leave a comment.

Inspiration is Perspiration

As opposed to sitting on your hands and moaning that you’re out of ideas.

As a young writer, I used to think of my mind as some sort of divinely inspired mega-computer that was constantly online, plugged into the cosmos, being bombarded by story ideas, quotes and characters like the International Space Station is bombarded by space debris. I remember boasting gleefully to my agent, Deidre Knight of The Knight Agency, that I’d spent the weekend “downloading stories from my brain.” Talk about self-delusion.

As I spent more time writing (and as I grew the hell up), I realised that there’s no cosmic idea-generating alternative universe that has nothing better to do than throw ideas at me like litterbugs tossing beer bottles onto the highway. I discovered that finding ideas was hard—and finding good, fresh, useable ones was damn near impossible.

Y’all know what I mean. We’ve all been there, bashing our head against our keyboard like Don Music at his piano. “I’ll never get it! Never!”

But unless we want our store of ideas to dry up like a frog pond in April, we have to actively seek them out. Here are a few of the places I look for mine—and you can do the same.

Newspaper clippings

Over the years I’ve collected enough newspaper clippings to line a hundred hamster cages. I’m always snipping or tearing out articles that strike my fancy, be they about gruesome murders, weird fetishes, charming towns, or inspiring people. Maybe I’ll never use 90% of them . . . but think of all the things I can do with that last 10%!

Keep your eyes and ears open

Let’s not call it eavesdropping. Let’s call it “Casual attentive overhearing.” People say the damnedest things. Gossip. Scandal. Pathos. Wisdom. Hilarity. It’s all there, falling from the lips of friends and strangers like manna from heaven. And all ya gotta do is gather them up into your basket.

Did you know my novel, Love Me All The Way, was based on a single overheard sentence? I once heard a friend remark that her mother always said, “Never let a man give you pearls; he will one day make you cry.” I was so excited by the idea that I immediately tried to find out how I could turn it into a story. Who would give who pearls? And why would he make her cry?

Thump your Bible

Or any other work of scripture or mythology.  The Bible is my favourite source of story ideas, and many of my novels have noticeable threads that trace back to well-loved stories. And why not? The book covers thousands of years of human history and is crammed full of every human foible and flaw: vanity, lust, murder, rape, incest, infidelity, lies, scheming, angels, demons, birth, death, hope and redemption. And that’s just the first couple of pages!

Visit your inner landscape

That’s just a fancy way of saying “daydream”. If you have a day job, develop the skill of working through your story while looking offally, offally interested in the staff-meeting purgatory you’re stuck in. Take discreet notes in the margins of your notepad. Learn to get up and slide into your fantasy while leaving your body behind, looking poised and attentive at the boardroom table.

Read, read, read

If I told you how many people have told me they want to be writers but hate to read, your earlobe hairs would all fall out from shock. Repeat after me: it is impossible to be a writer if you are not a reader. And no, I will not be taking counter-arguments at this time. 

Explore your dreams

No, not the one with you, Forrest Gump, a motel room and a banana. Most of the time, dreams are your subconscious taking the piss out of you, but sometimes, the sneaky little diva throws a few gems your way. When it happens, for God’s sake write it down. Dream-ideas last for less time than morning dew on a warm car engine.

Doodle, you doodlebug

Sketches, drawings, charts and vision boards help you see what’s in your head. Once you see it, you can make it grow. And you don’t need to be the next great insert-hot-famous-artist’s-name-here to sketch out your ideas. You’re drawing for you and nobody else. Someone else thinks your WWII rapid-fire artillery canon-whatsit looks like a duck? Their problem, not yours.

Whatever you do, write your ideas down, no matter how dumb they sound at the time. Maybe the next time you look at them they’ll still look dumb.

But then again, maybe they won’t.


I’ve done my part. Now it’s your turn. Leave a comment below.