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Jean Gill

1/22/2014

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Today The Coffee House welcomes Jean Gill. For the benefit of those who don’t know, Jean and I met on Authonomy some years ago with a shared interest in Historical Fiction and have remained in contact through a writing group, which I shall refer to affectionately as The Hysterical Fiction Group. Jean is the author of many bestselling books. She’s also a superb photographer and a fellow dog lover. She lives and writes from an idyllic spot in France and when she’s not writing, researching her historical novels or undertaking photography assignments, she can be found walking with her two wonderful dogs in the countryside around her home. She has enjoyed a very successful writing career and is a very busy lady so I’m especially pleased that she’s found the time to drop in for a chat and share some of her tips with us. So, Jean, make yourself at home. Hang up your coat and kick off your shoes. Feel free to sprawl on the sofas or grab a chair by the stove.

1 - First things first. What are you having? Name your poison, Jean, or in this case the hot beverage of your choice. Are you a latte or a lemon tea?  A shortbread or a chocolate cake? Or perhaps you have some local French delicacy in mind?

JG - Cheesecake and a strawberry milkshake please, seeing as this is a special occasion. I love dairy products!

2 –Let’s get to know a little bit more about how you ended up here on my sofa. A quick bio if you please m’dear. Feel free to shock and entertain us with your exploits to date.

JG - My mother would certainly be shocked to know that I spend a lot of my time talking to strangers and sometimes meeting up with them, in the name of ‘marketing’ and ‘training’. Thanks to the Internet connecting like-minded spirits, I have three friendship networks at the heart of my creative world; our hysterical fiction group J dog forums and photography forums. I didn’t hesitate to accept a lift from an online Slovenian friend to get me from Salzburg Airport to a small village in Austria for a photography workshop with a group of total strangers. As expected, we all got on just as well in person as online.

Before moving to France and expanding these three passions – writing, photography and dogs – I taught English in Wales. My claim to fame is that I was the first woman to be a secondary Headteacher in the Welsh county of Carmarthenshire and although there were many difficult aspects to the job, it gave me great satisfaction. However, Wales is wet and I needed time to write so, when my husband retired, we headed for Provence and sunshine.

My life has been crazy-busy with five children, who are all very tolerant of my oddities; I grew one baby myself from a seed and accumulated the others along the way, as teenagers.

3 – How did you get into writing and which came first, the photography or your novels?

JG - University studies of English Literature stopped me writing for a few years. Writers were ‘great men’ and I was a very ordinary woman. Who was I to think I could write? Then a need to express myself led to poetry, and to shaping that poetry for others to read. I turned to prose at 40 J Maybe, as Wendy Cope says, I wasn’t miserable enough for poetry J

Moving to France in 2003 turned me into a photographer. I started sending a regular album to family and friends as a sort of diary, then I had articles on lifestyle and food accepted by France Magazine so I had to shoot the accompanying images. For my cookbook ‘A small cheese in Provence: cooking with goat cheese’ I created the recipes and shot all the food images. My husband grew used to being told ‘Your meal will be on the table in 10 minutes; I just have to shoot it’. The book mixes local landscapes, some shot by my husband, with cheese-related quotations and of course, all the info and recipes for goat cheese. I still love shooting food and my photos have appeared in cookbooks and magazines, which gives me a big kick.

I’ve worked hard, learned from the pro friends I’ve been lucky enough to meet online and my photography balances the writing perfectly. Photography gets me out and about, living in the moment and I get instant gratification. A novel takes two years to complete, including all the historical research. Also, I now earn money from my photography, more than from my writing.

4 – What was the first thing you had published and how did you go about it?

JG - I sent my poems away to Johnathon Clifford, Editor of the National Poetry Foundation, and he collected a  few at a time until there were enough he considered worth publishing in ‘With Double Blade’ 1988. I owe Johnathon thanks for the quality of his editing and support, not just for being my first publisher.

5 – From your experience do you have any tips for those not yet published?

JG - Good editing is rare and essential. Regardless of whether you seek a traditional publisher or self-publish, find a good editor! Nowadays, publishers expect a typescript to be polished and well-edited so forget any idea of an editor turning your rough diamond into a gem  – those days are gone.  If you don’t know any editors, I can recommend Famelton Writing Services
These are people I trust and their prices are up-front.

6 – I love to genre hop, how about you? Do you write in a specific genre? Which is your favourite and why? Is there a particular genre or type of scene that you would avoid and if so why?

JG - I am the Queen of Genre-Hoppers with 15 books published, including historical novels, military history, autobiography, poetry, translated books on dog-training and YA. I love all my babies but it is especially pleasing to see ‘Someone to look up to’ in amazon uk’s top dog books because it’s based on the true story of a rescue dog.


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7 – Promotion and marketing, most writers see this as a necessary evil. What do you do to try and make sure your work reaches your readers?

JG - Last year was an experiment in marketing methods and it says it all that my amazon No 1 bestseller had no marketing at all! You just never know what you did right so it’s worth trying a variety of Internet approaches – goodreads, giveaways,ebook promotions. Smashwords has a useful free guide to book promotion. This year I have a novel to write and I will only do the marketing I enjoy and that allows my readers to reach me. I like blogging Here and I love chatting over coffee with other writers and readers J. I also love hearing from readers and always reply.


8 – As a child which was your favourite book? Were you read to as a child and did that develop your love of books? Do you have a favourite book and author now? What are you reading now?

I remember ‘Listen with Mother’ on the radio as a special time with Mummy when I was about six, and ‘Five Minute Tales’ was the obligatory book at bedtime, so yes, I think my parents started and encouraged my habit. ‘Jean always has her nose in a book’ was just a fact. I discovered Kipling’s ‘The Jungle Book’ at my grandfather’s house and knew at once that my real parents were a black panther and a bear.

I can’t imagine not being in the middle of a book and always feel a sense of loss when I finish one that really gripped me. I have hundreds of favourites, too many to mention, but I do like a good, complicated but coherent story. I feel flattered that reviews have compared my historical novels to those of Dorothy Dunnett. I love her Lymond and Niccolo series.

I’ve always read a lot of non-fiction for research, and for pleasure, everything from popular maths to evolutionary theory. I’ve just finished a great book on ‘Night Photography’ by Lance Keimig and I’ve started a biography by Carolyn Burke. ‘Lee Miller, both sides of the camera’ is about an amazing American photographer, who was also a very beautiful model, born in 1906. I was hoping for inspiration but the start shows how traumatic her young life was so I’m re-thinking!

9. – Can you give us a hint at what you have planned next?

I’m deep in the 12th Century again for my third novel about the Troubadours, Dragonetz and Estela. I spent last year on research and letting the story stew in my imagination and am happy with all the possibilities in my head, the politics and romance, dangers and settings. Although I have a vague idea of the story, the characters will determine what actually happens, within the constraints of historical fact. This is why I need to be steeped in the history of the time so I know what is possible and what isn’t. It’s a very challenging genre and my readers will pick up on any mistakes, not only in the history but also in continuity from the earlier two books. The fans of my historical novels definitely keep me on my toes!

I do play music while I write and thanks to your recommendation Santa bought me Sting’s ‘If on a winter night’, which is perfect. In each Troubadours book a different song of the period has been a motif re-appearing throughout the story and the new one will continue this pattern. I can reveal here that ‘the song’ for my Troubadours book will be ‘O Ignee Spiritus’ by Hildegard von Bingen, an amazingly talented 12thC physician and composer, abbess of an Alsace convent.  I do play medieval troubadour songs while I’m writing and this is a superb recording of Hildegard’s work, including the key song for my novel. For the lyrics quoted in English in my books, I translate from French and Latin, and for the Occitan I work from the French, English and Occitan versions.
I also confess to a weakness for heavy rock and if you call round while I’m writing, I might not hear you ring the bell because I’m playing Metallica at full volume. My musical tastes are as wide as my writing!

10 – And tell us even more about the one you’ve brought with you. I did explain about reading an excerpt later didn’t I? Oh good. Don’t think you get coffee and cake for nothing.

JD - I’ve chosen ‘How Blue is my Valley’ because it’s my bestseller and because it’s likely to be the only autobiography I’ll ever write. Imagine me with a laptop, in the only corner of an old French house that isn’t being demolished by workmen in the name of renovation, with no idea of the plot because I’m writing what happens, as it happens, and you can imagine how stressful it was writing this book. For some reason that makes people laugh J


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12 – Pick one of your characters and sell him/her to us in twenty words or less.

JD - He’s big, independent and would fight to the death to protect someone he loves; Sirius, a dog you won’t forget. (the Pyrenean Mountain dog in ‘Someone to look up to’)














12 – While I top up your coffee would you like to read a short excerpt from your book?

        How Blue is my Valley (autobiography about moving to France)

It is true, however hard to believe; I am wishing for rain. I am a changed person after four months without the wet stuff (unless you count a few drops which didn’t even change the colour of the paving stones).

We play out the scene in ‘Jean de Florette’ where the townie shakes his fist at departing thunderclouds which have passed by his garden yet again. We use all our old standard guaranteed rain starters. We hang out the washing, John waters the garden, we walk the dogs… nothing works. The air steams with humidity, our shirts run with sweat, we snap at each other as we wait for the storm that doesn’t come. It is like going through labour without giving birth. We are exhausted by two complete days of nearly-about-to-rain-honestly-perhaps-well, maybe not. Then the sun comes out again and we get on with our rainless lives.

It is August so all roadworks are suspended while the council workers holiday. Even my optician is shutting up shop and I won’t be able to get my new varifocals until he comes back, by which time I will have thought of a way to raise the required cash. If you live in Dieulefit, where do you go for your holidays? My optician is off to … Ireland.

When he heard I was from Wales, he sniggered, then apologised. I asked him to explain, He said, ‘No, I shouldn’t say,’ I said, ‘Go on,’ and eventually, he did. He had just watched a film about a mountain in Wales, no, he corrected himself, about the mountain in Wales. Did I know how high it was? I did. He laughed, ‘And they are proud of it.’ I told him that if he only had one mountain, he’d be proud of it too.

I ask about Ireland to distract myself from the pain of the estimate, barely eased by having a pair of prescription sunglasses thrown in – for that price I should be getting a cute guide dog thrown in. My optician is looking forward to the countryside, the culture, the people, the unspoilt beaches, the swimming… The swimming? Ireland is a lot like Wales, I tell him, gently, and it might not be as hot or as sunny, as it is here. I don’t tell him that I remember the swimming all too well … every time I opened my back door.


When I walk out of his shop, I can see the encircling mountains, the ridge of Dieu Grace, the St Maurice range, Mielandre … all of them around a thousand metres or more and considered nothing by the locals, who live within an hour of the Alps.

It finally rains, with cymbals and drums that send Sensitive Dog into a frenzy. She has almost got over her fear of men in yellow jackets, thanks to the daily immersion therapy provided by Dieulefit council; she’s no longer scared of ambulances and fire-engines as she now sings along  - the particular note in French sirens has taught her to howl for the first time in her life; she has not had a recurrence of the blue-balloon-in-the-sky trauma; fire risks have led to a fireworks ban so we are spared that bout of hysteria; but the natural bangs in the sky turn a dog, supposedly of the only breed capable of taking on a wolf, into a hyperventilating, shaking, whining Mummy’s girl.



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14- And let us know where we can find it?

AMAZON

SMASHWORDS


'Laugh out loud in many places, this autobiography from Welsh writer and photographer Jean Gill tells the tale of her first year in Provence - complete with challenging situations and thought-provoking musings. Jean takes readers on a tour of the beautiful Drome area, painting such a vivid picture of the fields of lavender, sunflowers and olive trees that you could almost be there with her.'  Living France Magazine



Blurb...

The true scents of Provence?
Lavender, thyme and septic tank.
There are hundreds of interesting things you can do in a bath but washing dishes is not one of them, nor what writer Jean Gill had in mind when she swopped her Welsh Valley for a French one.  Keen to move out of the elephant's stomach, that stew of grey mists called weather in Wales, she offered her swimming certificate to a bemused Provencale estate agent and bought a house with good stars and its own spring-water. Or rather, as it turns out, a neighbour's spring-water that is the only supply to the kitchen, which, according to the nice men from the Water Board, is emptying its dirty water directly and illegally onto the main road... and there's worse ...
But how can you resist a village called Dieulefit, `God created it', the village 'where everyone belongs'.
Discover the real Provence in good company ...


You can find out more about Jean at the following places :

Website
Blog
Twitter @writerjeangill
Facebook
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15– And finally if you’ve been paying attention to previous posts we’re playing a little game that I hope all my guests will contribute to. Can you give me 100 words of your choosing to follow on from this? your last line will be picked up by the next guest... and so on:

JD - I always give 101% so I’m afraid it’s 101 words J

His gimlet-eyes spotted a figure standing in the gaping maw of the alley…
The figure was indeed grey but no woman. In the flickering lamplight ,  he saw grey fur, oddly matted and sticky. Balefire eyes pinned him to the pavement; invisible claws ripped into his most private thoughts.
‘Rose,’ the gruffness invaded his mind seeking something, someone… ‘Rose, come back…’ and his elfness melted, turning, returning with a stab of pain to her own Rose self.  ‘They turned the power up too high,’ a voice pawed at her, sheathing its claws in velvet.
‘I had to find you,’ Rose said, remembering.
‘You found me,’ said the greyness, wrapping the girl in soft fur.


Thanks so much for joining me at The Coffee House today, Jean. It's been great fun and a privilage to learn a little more about your life. Good luck with all your future endeavours.

                                                                       Babs x

 










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Darren Sant

1/8/2014

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Well, that’s Christmas over and done with for another year. The baubles are packed away, the turkey a distant memory and it’s time to work off all that festive excess. I don’t know about you lot, but I’m looking forward to 2014 and hopefully finishing and releasing my works in progress. I’ve got a few irons in the fire and a couple are in my favoured crime genre, so I’m particularly pleased to welcome a fellow crime writer to The Coffee House today. Darren Sant is a cracking writer who doesn’t shy away from telling it how it is. His Tales from the Longcroft depict life on a rough estate, while The Bank Manager and The Bum, which I can personally recommend, is a story with a unique surreal twist. Darren hails from Stoke and I understand his latest novel is based there. He’s a great supporter of Indie writers and is also an avid reader who pens many reviews. Anyway enough of me chuntering on, let’s hand over to the man himself. So without further ado let’s give a warm Coffee House welcome to Darren Sant

1 – Okay, Darren what can I get you? Tea, coffee or is there some strange Stoke delicacy that I know nothing about?

DS - A cup of tea would be lovely, thank you. Let’s not get into strange Stoke delicacies…

2 – Darren, I’ve already let slip that you hail from Stoke, but I’m sure everyone would like to know a little more about you and what makes you tick, so, deep breath and quick bio. Are you a full time writer or do you, by necessity, frequent the real world on a regular basis?

DS - I’d call myself a hobby writer. I fit it in between work and home life. Of course I’d love to do it for a living but that is a long way off. I’ve been an avid, almost compulsive, reader since my early teens. I have always been fascinated by stories and how they can have a powerful effect on the reader. I’ve always wanted to be able to tell my own stories and give a positive message, if possible. I’m 43 and live in Hull with my wife, Julie, stepson Adam and a grey and white cat called Dusty.

3 – How did you initially get into writing? What does your family think of your writing and all the time you devote to your fictional characters? Who in your family is your biggest fan?

DS - Initially I wrote poetry and was spurred on by an early online poetry website. I also attended a creative writing class which helped to shape some of my work. My family offers nothing but support. My wife often beta reads my stories and I’d say she can be my biggest fan but also refreshingly honest.

4 – Can you remember the first thing you had published? Did you run the gauntlet of the query letter? Enter a competition or decide to self publish?

DS - The first thing I had published was a chapter of my poetry in a book called Before the Last Shadow Fades. It was chosen from an online site by the publisher so I didn’t have to do a great deal of work to get it published.

5 – From your own experience as a writer do you have any tips for others, particularly those not yet published? Is there anything you would do differently with the benefit of hindsight?

DS - The internet is full of writing tips. I’d simply say, write often and self-edit, be critical of your own work and put yourself in your characters shoes. You can read all the writing books in the world but in order to be a writer you have to WRITE. Experience leads to growth. With the benefit of hindsight I would have completed a degree in English!

6 – I know you write gritty crime fiction, does this entail much research and if so, how do you go about it? Do you simply have a good imagination or do you lurk about on street corners taking notes. Is there a particular genre or type of scene that you would avoid and if so why?

DS - For the stories and novellas I have written not a great deal of research has been needed. My life experience of living between two large housing estates has stood me in good stead for the Longcroft Tales. I try to make my stories about the characters and sometimes they lead the way. I don’t avoid anything as such, but I try very hard to keep all events within the boundaries of the setting. That was difficult with my novella The Bank Manager and the Bum. In the end I let the main characters, Frank and Giles, lead the way for me.

7 – I know you listen to music while you write, Darren, and I know you include reference to music in your work, but is there a particular song or artist that you feel is significant to your writing.

DS - In a word, no. My music taste is quite broad so I don’t feel any one artist speaks to me more than another. However, here a link to a quirky little album that features in The Bank Manager and the Bum:     Here
                                              
8 - Were you brought up in a house full of books, or did you sneak off to the library at every opportunity as I did. As a child which was your favourite book? Do you have a favourite book and author now? What are you reading now?

DS - I am possibly the only reader in my family, most certainly the only avid reader. Since I was born in 1970 the library was main access to books. I used to read a lot of the Hardy Boys stories but as a teen Harry Harrison’s The Stainless Steel Rat Saves The World was a favourite. Terry Pratchett is my favourite author. However, I’m going to choose a series rather than a book for my favourite. Stephen King’s Gunslinger series has to be top right now. I invested so much time in that series. Right now I am reading Terry Pratchett’s Raising Steam. I’d say to any novice writer, if you want to learn to write characters read Pratchett – he is the master.

9 – I’d love you to tell everyone a little about the books you currently have published.

DS - I’m a story writer rather than a novelist at the moment. Here’s a list of my current releases:
Tales from the Longcroft (Tales from the Longcroft Estate) published by Byker Books
Tales from the Longcroft 2 published by Byker Books
Shattered Hearts and Broken Glass (Best of British) (Longcroft novella)
The Bank Manager and the Bum (A Novella)
Moonchild’s Sins (P.I. Potter #1) (A Novella)
Dark Voices (A Short Story Collection)


10 – If it’s not a closely guarded secret, and won’t spoil the plot, can you give me a hint at what you have planned next?

DS - I’m currently working on (working title) Belfty and The Bum. A follow up to The Bank Manager and the Bum. The bum in the first book, Frank, finds himself unwittingly in a maelstrom of violence of supernatural events. His powers seems to be growing…

11 – Pick one of your characters and sell him/her to us in twenty words or less.

DS - Frank is a loner, he like’s Pink Floyd, he’s studied Buddhism and he seems to know the contents of your head…

12 –Please introduce the book you’ve brought with you, Darren, and while we’re on a roll you can read a short excerpt.

DS - Today I’ve brought along The Bank Manager and the Bum. (Disclaimer - adult language and violence. Read on if you're okay with that. Cover your eyes if you're not. )

Chapter One - City Life

Across the bitterly cold city of Hull not a soul stirred. A harvest moon cast a pale orange light across the darker parts of the light-polluted city. The nightly revellers were all in bed by now, or in taxis, hiccuping and puking. Husbands were arriving home from lads’ nights out and trying not to disturb slumbering wives. The enticing aromas of pizzas, curry and kebabs were slowly fading from the city centre as one by one the fast food establishments started to close their doors and pull down their shutters. The only sign they’d been open was the liberal covering of pizza boxes and empty plastic containers strewn across the city centre. Police patrols occasionally stopped to have a word with swaying groups of drunks. Mostly they let people be. They stopped the odd fight and took those that would not leave it alone to the city cells, where they’d wake up next morning wondering how they’d arrived there.

In the brightly lit doorway of a bank, a man slept. He wore ragged, mismatched clothes. A ragged and filthy short beard graced his sallow features. He’d positioned his possessions in carrier bags behind him, shielded from prying eyes between the bank window and his body. A large Alsatian slept fitfully, cuddled within the circle of his arms. A filthy, thin blanket covered them but was of little use in keeping out the cold which gnawed at their bones. The dog’s legs kicked out briefly as it chased an elusive dream rabbit.

In the early hours a pack of three predators stood over the homeless man, swaying drunkenly and giggling. The largest of three wore a retro coat with a bullseye logo on the back, shielding him from the bitter wind. He sneered as he looked down at the sleeping man.

“Look what we have here. Fucking litter lining the streets. Oi, mate GET A FUCKING JOB!” he bellowed down at the man, who didn’t stir.

One of the men, who wore designer glasses and a short bomber jacket, looked around nervously.

“Come on, Dave, let’s get a fucking pizza and go before the queue in the taxi rank gets too long.”

At this point the dog stirred sleepily. He blinked and raised his head looking up at the men.

“Fuck off, Blake, you soft bugger. Do you want to see our fucking streets littered with this?” He indicated the man.

The third man spoke for the first time. “He’s right; it’s a fucking disgrace. Where do these people come from?”

Detecting the aggression in the men’s voices the dog growled menacingly.

Dave kicked the man’s leg. “What you growling at mutt? Protecting this filthy bugger are you?”

The man twitched and started to stir. “Ignoring me, is it?”

Dave started to kick the man; he was joined shortly by the other two.

Disgust turned their faces even uglier as they laid into the helpless, man. They did not spare the dog, which bore much of the brunt of their cowardly attack as the blows rained down on it. The man looked up at them with bleary eyes and tried to cover his face and shield the dog at the same time. When they had tired of their sport, the three predators
hurled more abuse at the man then walked off laughing; they didn't look back. The dog whimpered on occasion, but neither of the two battered forms moved; they simply lay blood-stained in the doorway.

13- Okay, can you give us the blurb and let us know where we can find it?


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When branch manager Giles Macintosh arrives to open up one morning and finds an injured bum and his battered dog lying in the doorway of the bank, he little suspects what lies in store for them all.
Giles does the decent thing and calls for help, then puts the incident out of his mind. However, having been witness to things he cannot explain, he feels drawn to the man and tries to track him down … only to find he has vanished.
But who is the enigmatic, homeless Frank? Why are two very nasty men trying to find him? Why has a prostitute been abducted? And what does the future hold for Giles’s seriously ill son, Jake?
Darren Sant skilfully weaves the various strands to create a compelling story that is as unflinching as it is heart-warming.
As the story unfolds, the tension increases and the true nature of Frank’s amazing secret begins to be revealed. The stakes are high as the criminal and the supernatural come together for a final, inevitable showdown.


The Novella is FREE until Friday 10th January so get your skates over to HERE and download.

If you want to find out more about Darren and his work you can catch up with him at his:

Website

Facebook

Twitter: @groovydaz39 & @Longcroft_Tales

15 - And finally before you leave, a test for your imaginative, story weaving skills. We’re playing a little game that I hope all my guests will contribute to. Can you give me 100 words of your choosing to follow on from the very last line from Alfie Robins? Your last line will be picked up by the next guest... and so on. Please feel free to add your own twist:

...I think Alfie was drunk when he did his bit. Please feel free to find a body or bludgeon the elf ;)


‘You bleedin’ little elf, bring back my fairy, the Christmas tree looks naked without it.' The despicable thief grinned as he slipped the plastic fairy into his pocket. The moon washed over his features and for just a moment you could see horribly twisted horns upon his head. He slunk down an alley, taking the darkness with him, whistling along to an old Rolling Stones tune that was echoing around the dark caverns in his mind. A passer-by might just have heard him whisper, “Pleased to meet you, hope you guessed my name.”
A nearby howl disturbed the still night air. His gimlet-eyes spotted a figure standing in the gaping maw of the alley…


Thanks for stopping by Darren. It’s been a pleasure to chat with you and find out more about you and of course about your books. Best of luck with your next book. Do let me know when it's released.

                                                                        Babs x













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