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Finished ‘Jaguar’s Realm’…


Jibacoa Beach at Night
Originally uploaded by heyjohngreen

Well, the first draft at least…typed the final sentence.

The polishing comes next but compared to the original act of writing, that’s easy.

The final scene is set on Jibacoa beach, east of Havana, at sundown as our hero struggles for his last chance to escape…

And that’s all I’m going to say about ‘Jaguar’s Realm’ for quite a while. It’s taken over a year to write, what with one thing and another. I feel quite drained now, actually. Need a good break to get the creative juices going again.

Now to read the ms aloud to my teenage daughter and see if it’s hitting all the right buttons. (I can’t recommend this enough for polishing a ms. You get an immediate audience reaction, and when something doesn’t work you get that puzzled look…Huhhhh?)

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Day in the Life of a Writer Close To Finishing A First Draft

1. Woken up wayyyy too early by BlackBerry flashing with the message “Write 1000 words of Jaguar – NOW!” Lie awake for ages, unable to stir from bed.

2. Oldest daughter invades to fleece me of what little shrapnel I have. “I haven’t got my PIN yet!” is the usual excuse for the ongoing cash drain. Youngest daughter is sleepy and wants cuddles. How can I resist? Husband prepares packed lunch and breakfast for little ‘un, then takes her to school, all to leave me free to write. But I just stare in fascination at FaceBook. There’s a MyFlickr app! Cool; install it. Apparently apps could be the death of Facebook – people are getting cross with all the zombies and jedi vs sith silliness. I say: if you don’t want the app, Dile que no.

3. Check out all my friends blogs and post comments. Email a dear friend who’s back in touch via LinkedIn. Check my favourite writer’s websites. Read short stories on fiction website. Finally shower, dress and look at the chunk of writing I have to do today. It’s a foot chase through Old Havana. Rooftops will feature, because hey, it’s Havana! So will the Malecon, because, well, IT’S HAVANA.

4. Read some of Alejo Carpentier’s ‘The Chase’ to get in the mood. Browse my photos from Cuba, to get in the mood. (There aren’t enough of rooftops. I looked down over rootops every day in Havana – what was wrong with me – why didn’t I take more of rooftops?) Watch the rooftop party scene from Habana Blues, to get in the mood.

5. Finally in the mood, write the Old Havana chase scene; 800 words. That’ll do – half a chapter and I left at a good place – the rooftop chase begins.

6. Pick up littlest daughter from school, acquire 3-year old neighbour boy on the way. Pick apples from our tree. Bake a pie together. Make pesto for tea. Experiment with a new daiquiri that uses fresh pink grapefruit juice and just a hint of coriander. (gently, gently bruise about five coriander leaves in the glass part of a shaker, add 1/2 shot freshly squeezed lime juice, 1/2 shot of gomme, 1 shot freshly squeezed pink grapefruit juice, 2 shots light rum, shake in Boston shaker with plenty ice, fine strain into a chilled martini glass.)

7. Discuss my teenager’s complex love life with her and reluctantly help her to plan a strategy with latest love interest. (It was that or talk all night long.)

8. Laundry. Who doesn’t love laundry? NOT! I read in some newspaper article that Mrs Thatcher admitted that getting the fluff out of the dryer was one of the small pleasures of her life. I try it. It’s surprisingly satisfying – comes off in three nice clean layers.

7. Eat pie whilst reading today’s 800 words. Polish. Write this blog entry.

5000 words to go, by my estimate, until I finish the first draft of ‘Jaguar’s Realm’. I planned this ending ONE YEAR ago, but last week I thought of a major tweak that has allowed me to keep the pace and drama going strong all the way through Act 3. At least that’s the plan, and that’s why I plan. Things can only get better from a strong plan.

Writing the first draft, truly, is so much fun. I even enjoyed first drafts when I had no agent and no publisher. The story is all yours then and you’re the first one to read it.

And look…only 8pm. Still time to go salsa dancing at Freuds…

But I’m too tired.

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Project Jaguar – Winding Up A First Draft

A few items I keep on my desk to inspire me: a little statue of La Virgen de la Caridad del Cobre, patron saint of Cuba, some Cuban moneda nacional (local money; I’m not supposed to have it) and on the right, thirty crisp Cuban Convertible Pesos (tourist money; I’m not supposed to take it out of the country) – my cab fare from Jose Marti airport to Old Havana, for next time I go, to save queuing at the money exchange.

I’m about 8,000 words away from finishing the first draft of Project Jaguar. And I don’t revise much until The Editor has a say, so for me a first draft – with a polish – is what I submit.
Which means that I am close to handing over to my agent a project that I’ve been working on, on-and-off, for a little over a year. It’s the longest I’ve taken so far to complete a first draft. And all those feelings I get at this stage are kicking in.
Firstly there’s the desire to finish and have done. That can get overshadowed with a premonition of loss. It’s fun to inhabit an imaginary world. The author gets to experience that more intensely than any reader and for longer. When the first draft is finished, the world ceases to be your own. Other people get a say. That’s exciting too, sharing it. It’s different though.
But then again, the desire to finish, already!
Oh and then there’s the post-ms finishing elation (“It’s the best thing I’ve ever written”), shortly followed by the depression; “Hang on…actually it’s not, is it? Or is it? I can’t tell. Help!”
From here until the end I resent every interruption. I’d happily shut myself up now in my bedroom until it’s done. That can’t happen, of course. Life continues to make its demands. I have to take my daughter swimming in about a hour. And I should probably have something for lunch other than M&S Extremely Chocolatey Caramels.
This manuscript is unsold, btw. Very exciting. Will there be any takers? It’s like last year all over again.
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God help me I’ve got writer’s block again…

Actually yes, I DO think that three days running of not being able to write clocks in as an Officially Recognised Bout Of WB.

Things I have done in the past three days rather than write the next, challenging chapter of Jaguar’s Realm.

(I mean, things I’m prepared to admit to in a blog)

1. Read emails about and from staff at the school where I’m a governor. Read them again, and again and again.

2. Phone people about the school where I’m a governor.
(yes I HAD to do those things but believe me, I lingered)

3. Browse for, choose and buy salsa dancing clothes and shoes from ebay.

4. Try on said salsa dancing clothes and shoes, gloat and marvel at how finally I’ve found an outfit that works for me and how light-as-a-feather the shoes are and wonder why I haven’t invested in specialist kit for my main hobby before.

5. Jump on any email from my editor about the ms for Joshua book 1.

6. Join Facebook and spend an entire day mooching around on it, looking people up, customising my content.

7. Shop at Primark to make myself feel frugal.

8. Drag my husband out for breakfast, lunch, coffee, long walks.

9. Pester my neighbour Gabby to gossip with me; he was only trying to watch the tennis but would I let him, no.

10. Practice my reggaeton moves until my insides hurt from excess abdominal wiggling.

Don’t even think that I’m running out of stuff to do. There’s still Litopia, browsing salsa music on iTunes, reading Caitlin Moran’s column in The Times (today I found out that there’s a Facebook group called ‘I Want To Be/Have Sex With Caitlin Moran When I Grow Up’, which I won’t join because she’s actually on it herself and as you’ll know if you read this blog regular-like, Caitlin is trying to exert pressure, by remote, on Big Brother quitters like me who’ve gone cold turkey and are trying to pretend BB isn’t on this year), baking chocolate cake.

I wish I could put movies, books or TV on that list but in truth they take just too much concentration. Don’t you think that if I could concentrate that hard I’d actually tackle this chapter head-on???

That said, here’s a list of movies I’m looking forward to failing to get in to see:

Tell No One (still haven’t managed to catch it)
Harry Potter 5
Transformers
Buy It Now
The Simpsons Movie
The Bourne Ultimatum (LOVE the Bourne!)

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Following the railroad in Cuban Granma province


Following the railroad in Cuban Granma province
Originally uploaded by mgharris

I was delighted to see today on Flickr that someone favourited this photo. My husband David snapped this from a Viazul tourist bus as we crossed Cuba. He kindly took lots of photos of what you see of Cuba as you cross from West to East; Havana to Santiago de Cuba. This was so that when I came to write the relevant sections of Project Jaguar, I would be able to recall the images and atmosphere of this country.

Maybe I was asleep or watching the movie because I didn’t actually witness this scene myself so I’m even more grateful that he caught it. This captures the essence of how tough it is for Cubans to travel around in Cuba. Most people in Havana that we spoke to had never been to the other side of the island. And people in Santiago would tell us, “I went to Havana once, about twenty years ago.” (It’s not like in the UK where people are too busy going to Mallorca to go to London – they can’t go anywhere – it costs too much!)

Few people own a car, those who do tend to own cars that are too clapped out to get far without breaking down and of course there’s nothing like the RAC if you do. On the major roads you find small crowds of hitchhikers gathered under bridges, despondently waving money bills at passing private cars but mainly goods lorries. There’s no such thing as a free ride.

These hitchhikers aren’t game young students; ther are people of all ages, often with small children in tow.

I wonder where this woman in the photo is going with her two little ones. Waiting for a freight train to give her a lift? I wonder how long it took to get there.