At the top of their game

I've been really lucky this week to have seen three people at the top of their game. Last Friday I went to London to see Matthew Bourne's production of Lord of the Flies and the show was preceded by a discussion led by The Daily Telegraph's arts critic between Matthew Bourne and Judy Carver, the daughter of William Golding, the author of Lord of the Flies. The production featured some professional dancers but the project's aims were to work with guys who had little or no experience of dance and performance. It was fascinating to hear the rationale behind the project and the changes that Matthew Bourne made to the story, not least of which was changing its location from a desert island to an abandoned theatre. This reimagining was really powerful and I was really struck by how he was able to take something that had been just words and make it so visual. Judy Carver's recollection of her father's manuscript thudding back through the letterbox each time it was rejected by a publisher is definitely something I could relate to – it was somehow comforting to hear that the author of one of the classic British novels struggled to become successful in much the same way that many authors do today.

On Saturday I saw Hans Zimmer Revealed which has to be one of the best things I've ever seen (and I was in the audience for Jean Michel Jarre’s Docklands concerts!). I adore Hans Zimmer's music – it's mostly what I listen to while I write, the soundtrack of Inception is my go-to when I'm stuck and Time is my all-time favourite piece of music ever. He showed so much passion on the stage for music and the people playing alongside him, all so ridiculously talented, it was mind-boggling. It was quite something imagining him starting to compose a movie soundtrack, tinkering around with a few notes that become the theme that's interwoven throughout the whole film, growing from a melody of single notes to a piece of music so complex it takes a whole orchestra to produce it. The audience as one gave him two thunderous standing ovations and, yet, when he played the last few chords of Time, the silence was as absolute as if he was in a studio by himself. Epic, epic music and quite an emotional experience – according to Twitter, I wasn't the only one who cried!

Last night I was off to London again to attend a ‘posh publishing party’ to celebrate my friend Carole Matthews’ amazing achievement of her 25th novel being published. In a beautiful five-star hotel we toasted this extraordinary achievement in an industry that has certainly seen some changes since she started 18 years ago.

So, as you can see, I've had quite a week! But each event, as different as they were, reinforced the fact that Matthew Bourne, Hans Zimmer and Carole Matthews, are all at the top of their game not by accident. They are all incredibly passionate about what they do and about sharing it with others. They work extremely hard, going that extra mile every time, and give their all to achieve their respective dreams. Matthew Bourne talked about being bullied for choosing to dance and I know that Carole used to tie her leg to the desk to make herself sit there and write every evening at 9 o'clock after a full-on day at work.

Dedication and passion, they have it in spades. And if your dream is important enough to you, you do too.

Am I nearly there yet?

This week is the Frankfurt Book Fair. For those not in the know it's a huge event in the publishing calendar – probably the biggest. It's a place where all the individual cogs that make up the publishing machine get together and a week when books and authors make headlines with stories of deals and advances and the launching of new talent.

I had a mini-moment of excitement connected with the FBF when my agent told me in the middle of the day that my book, The Only, was being pitched right at that moment to German publishers ahead of the Fair and that it was "going down a storm" - those publishers properly heard my shriek of excitement all the way from Milton Keynes.

Sadly, frustratingly, they decided not to take the book on until a UK publisher did and they all decided I'd missed the boat with the genre. This was one of those creative industry rollercoaster slumps. So, back to the beginning for me, write another book.

Scarily that was three years ago. At the time I really thought that was it for me, I’d got there (wherever there was). That particular route, at that particular time, wasn't to be for me. However, that story got me representation by my lovely agent who believed in it and believes in me as a writer. Thinking about the statistics there where averagely successful agents receive 150+ unsolicited manuscripts a week and only take on a handful of clients a year, if any at all, reminds me that is no small feat. 

Carol Matthews, a hugely successful author and a friend of mine, suggested I put The Only up on Amazon, rather than leaving it in a drawer. So I did. And what a brilliant idea that was because it has brought me readers who love my story, which surely is the measure of success for any writer.

Phew!

Those of you who have read this blog before know that I have been working on a new book. On Friday, after real hard slog, I typed the immortal words "the end".

Although this has felt like the hardest book yet, I've actually written it faster any of the others (and have to remind myself that thanks to a mega-bout of RSI there were six weeks I couldn't touch a keyboard at all). I guess the most important thing is that I love it and can't wait for it to get out into the world properly :)

It's such an odd feeling, reaching that point when writing a book. It's not quite ‘the end’ of it for me as once I have comments back from the test readers, my agent, I'm sure, will have comments too. So the great news is I get to spend more time with these characters, and I think, when you get to meet them, you'll be glad to as well. But in the meantime the time pressure to be sitting at my desk 24/7 isn't quite as strong as usual, I may catch up with all the series on the sky box before the system deletes them for me, I'm off out twice next week on a school night (!), I could get used to this!

Having spent the last hour clearing my desk which, it turns out, is oak-coloured –who knew!?! - I now need to pack my bag for my day job tomorrow. That wouldn't be a lever arch file of editing sneaking in there, would it? Of course it is, back to the sequel of The Only tomorrow, I just can't help myself!

All ready for the next book . . . 

The Walk of Fame

So while I'm in LA of course I'm doing all the touristy things (you can check them out on my daughter's vlog if you're interested which is here https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=youtu.be&v=S1EOp_EeN00&app=desktop) and today we went to see the walk of fame on Hollywood Boulevard. It's amazing how long in each direction it stretches but I managed to find my favourite movie star (Bruce Willis) and my favourite composer (Hans Zimmer) and it got me thinking about the peculiar nature of fame. Here, more so than anywhere else I've visited, fame and the things it brings are at the forefront of everything, from the guys on Hollywood Boulevard offering tours of celebrity homes, to the designer shops, to the forbidding signs all round Beverly Hills that armed guards patrol 24/7. Of course we'd all like the lifestyle that comes from being a celebrity - not to have to do the 9 to 5 grind in a job that might not be your dream job, to be rich enough to never have to worry about money, to have the time and means to pursue those dreams - but with fame comes a heavy cost of not being able to just walk down the street, to being subject to the media machine watching your every move and broadcasting to the world things you'd maybe rather keep hidden, to the downright scary tales you hear about celebrity stalkers.  So why then do so many court it? 

Maybe because we all want to be liked and accepted and, going right back to school, who wouldn't rather have been a popular than not? Maybe too there's an element of wanting to leave some kind of a legacy behind to show that we were here and that we made an impact on the world in some way. But actually you don't have to be famous to do that - you can make an impact on someone through something as small as smiling at them. Doing some research for a short story last year I stumbled across an article about a guy who survived a suicide attempt when he jumped off a bridge. When he recovered he completely changed the direction of his life and became a motivational speaker. The most chilling thing he said was that he told himself as he walked half way across the bridge, if one person looked at him and smiled, he wouldn't jump.

Of course living in constant sunshine here in LA helps everyone stay cheerful, but they are really friendly and chatty and smiley and we haven't stopped smiling since we got here. It's something I'm definitely taking home with me. 

Dream on

Did you have a dream when you were a kid? Do you still have a dream you haven't yet achieved? My youngest daughter did, she still does. From the time she started at a school for performing arts aged seven, she knew she wanted to be an actress. The funny thing is no one else would believe her, with the exception of her family. When asked "what you want to be when you leave school?", she'd say 'actress' and the friends' parents, family members, people she met regularly, teachers, whoever it was, would always say "okay, so what's your backup plan?"

Makenna never had a back-up plan, even when she got A stars at A level she didn't bow to pressure to go to university to study drama. She knew that, for her, learning on the job was the best option.  And having a back-up plan was tantamount to admitting that she wouldn't get where she wanted to be. 

She's been learning her craft since she left school and this year she's really gone out there, worked hard and reaped amazing rewards. Next week she's attending (with me and her dad in tow as her ' crumbly entourage'!) her first red carpet premiere in Los Angeles for a film in which she plays one of the leads. Seeing my baby girl on a cinema screen is going to be quite something, I'm so proud of her I'm having to go and buy waterproof mascara ;)  But what I'm most proud of is that she didn't get swayed by the naysayers, by society's expectations of her, by her school pushing her to take a different route, she held fast to her dream through knock backs and rejections and now she's on her way.

She's just started a blog to share her journey - you can find it here

http://makennaguyler.blogspot.co.uk/2014/09/errrrr-hi.html

Do you have a dream you haven't yet achieved? If so, all I can say to that is dream on.

Vive la difference!

How's your summer going? 

Last year I was lucky enough to do something life changing for my holiday (you can check out my post "back from out of the office" about trekking to Everest Base Camp) and a lot of people have asked me how do you follow that, where on Earth do you go next? Partly it was easy because once we got back to sea level,  after suffering the delights of altitude - the inability to eat, the daily checking of pulse and oxygen levels and the fretting if our levels got too low, the difficulty breathing - we all agreed no altitude for a couple of years. But how exactly do you follow something so amazing?

The answer was to do something totally different.  For our main holiday this year, we returned to France, place of one of our worst holidays (we didn't go far enough south and suffered horrendous weather for it) and one of our best, and a place we haven't been to for eight years. We stayed in Limousin, a very picturesque area with amazing rainfall and very strong sun. And, due to hubby's ankle injury, we actually weren't able to do very much at all. Two weeks of chilling (well, of course, I was editing!), enjoying the company of friends, remembering the simple pleasure of wandering into town to pick up fresh baguettes and pain au chocolat for breakfast.  We had so much time I was even able to read a book that I really enjoyed twice, once for pleasure and once as research.

Today marks the first day back into our normal routine and people have been commenting on how relaxed I am. I just need to re-read my last post here to make sure that lasts!

Slow down!

I've hung up my day job pass for three weeks holiday and I cannot tell you the 'ah' moment that was. Three whole weeks in which I can edit the work in progress, read ridiculous numbers of books, pull together all the little writing jobs I have on-going and generally get organised. Oh, and, of course, spend time with my family and enjoy a trip away, maybe tackle some decorating . . . 

I'm two days in to all this glorious r and r but I don't seem to have stopped rushing around. I really struggle with time because I always seem to have so little of it but I've been reading a great book about how what you think is what you attract and I'm always so busy running about like a headless chicken trying to cram all the stuff I have to do into every last second,  that I'm always busy running about . . . you get the picture. So now I'm practising feeling that I have all the time in the world and taking lessons from my daughter who has got this perfectly. If she's stressed because she's up against a time deadline, she sits down and calms herself and time slows down for her. She is achieving so much in the same timeframe it's astounding. I am trying very hard to be like her - I couldn't quite manage to sit down and be still when I got in from work last Thursday and had twenty minutes to eat and get changed before dashing down to London to see a play, but I may have managed to silence my squawking about how late I was for a minute or so.  Next time I'm aiming to be chill personified. Or maybe the time after that - I'm a work in progress here . . .