Today, I would like to welcome the lovely Della Galton to my blog. Mention the name and it is impossible not to think of her wonderful magazine stories but Della is also a novelist, and a journalist; not to mention the
agony aunt for Writers’ Forum. She has been writing and getting published for
over twenty-five years (so I guess she must have started when she was five!) When she is not writing she enjoys walking her dogs in
the beautiful Dorset countryside where she lives. Her hobby is repairing old
cottages, which is lucky as hers is falling down.
Della is talking to us today about her transition from short story writing to novels but before she gives us her words of wisdom, I couldn't resist asking her a few sneaky questions.
Wendy: What is the biggest writing mistake you have made?
Della: My biggest writing mistake was not keeping a copy of the very first story I ever
sold - not even a copy on the computer :(
Wendy: What is your top tip for a new writer?
Della: If you want to sell, especially digitally, get into social media: blog, Facebook,
Twitter and anything else you can think of and have a marketing plan - it really
does work. (If you're really, really new and you haven't got as far as being
published, then just write what you love, write with passion and write from the
heart.) Oh and join a writing class with a good tutor who knows what is being
published now.
Wendy: Finally, Della - as a writer, is there anything that you would have done differently?
Della: What I'd have done differently is I'd never have shown agents or publishers work
that wasn't complete - because as a consequence of doing this I have two half
finished novels - I was put off writing them - and a half finished novel is
useless. At least you can edit and rewrite a finished one.
Brilliant. Now for the proper writerly stuff - over to you!
Moving On – Short
Story to Novel
I began my writing career with short stories, as many writers do. I
remember being told by my tutor at the time that short stories were a good
place to start. I could learn the skills and techniques of creative writing,
and, if ever I wanted to write something longer, having a background of short
story writing would stand me in good stead.
I think she was right.
It’s as true today as it ever was that whatever writing you do, whether it’s
writing letters, non-fiction, a blog, or even writing a personal diary, the act
of putting words on paper will help you to hone and develop your skills.
However, writing a
novel was not just about, as I had once thought, producing more words! Although
that is, of course, one of the things you have to do. There are several other
differences.
Pace was the thing I found hardest to get right
when I began to write longer fiction.
So how does pace
differ in short and long fiction?
A short story unfolds faster than a novel does – right? Well, yes, but
it’s not quite as simple as that. There are some very
fast-paced novels out there and there are some very leisurely paced short
stories. Maybe the easiest way to show pace is via some examples. And where
better to start than the first page?
The first page
Here is a direct comparison between the first page (approx 300 words) of
a short story and the first page (approx 300 words of a novel)
The first page of a
short story
On One Knee (published in Woman’s Weekly)
“The thing is, Kay,
you see – er – the thing is…”
She’d never seen him so
nervous. “Spit it out, George.” She grinned encouragingly, but it didn’t seem
to help.
He shifted his chair back,
but it caught on the carpet and juddered so that he jolted the white-clothed
table between them and she had to grab her glass of wine to stop it toppling
over
“Well, you know I really
like you.”
“Yes.” What was he doing?
She’d thought he was going to excuse himself, but instead he seemed to be
disappearing under the table.
“And I think you like me
too.”
His voice was strangely
muffled. She peered across at the space he’d vacated. He seemed to be grappling
for something on the floor. Had he dropped his fork?
Suddenly he surfaced, his
glasses were askew, but he’d obviously found what he was looking for.
“We rub along pretty well
together,” he went on, “And we’ve been going out for quite a while now.”
Three months wasn’t quite a
while. Not in her book it wasn’t. She’d actually been trying to cool things
down a bit – he was a nice guy, but they didn’t have quite as much in common as
she’d thought.
Oh no. She had a sudden
flash of foreboding. Surely he wasn’t about to… He couldn’t be… Now he was
edging along the carpet on his knees towards her. His trousers made a shuffling
sound, but it was probably exaggerated because the rest of the restaurant had
gone so quiet.
“I’d like you to be my wife.
I want to marry you, Kay. I think we’re good together…”
The restaurant drew in its
collective breath. He had heat in his cheeks. His ineptness made him seem extra
vulnerable, extra gawky.
This story begins in dialogue, in the middle of a conversation, in fact.
It’s clear from the outset what’s happening. The title is a bit of a clue! The
setting is a restaurant although it doesn’t matter where. George is proposing
to a less than keen Kay. The style is gentle humour.
The
story bounds along in dialogue. The main hook being is she going to say yes or
no? I think we know the answer to that already. Although this could be the
beginning of a novel, it’s not so likely to be a novel; it’s a little too
brief, a little too linear, a little too lightweight.
The first page of a
novel
Ice and a Slice - Chapter One
The
first thing she noticed was the tinny metallic taste in her mouth. And then
came the thirst. The thirst was so bad it had got into her dreams and forced
her awake. No, not awake, aware – a slowly growing awareness which was coming,
sense by sense.
Like sound. She could hear an echoey blur of
footsteps and voices, which rolled in and out of her head. Closer by, something
electronic beeped. Beep, beep, beep – steady and rhythmic – beep, beep beep.
Where was she? She opened her eyes and was
hit by a wall of light. She shut them swiftly. She felt as though she was made
of crystal, cool and brittle. She was a thin glass person who could be
shattered by the slightest touch.
After a while she tried opening her eyes
again. This time the room swam in various shades of light, but she managed to
squint long enough to focus. To her left was a tall metal stand with a clear
bag of fluid clipped to the top. To her right was some kind of machine, which
seemed to be the source of the beeping. Close to her cheek was the edge of a
thin blue woven sheet, but it felt more like a tablecloth than a sheet. She
shifted a little to get away from its roughness and her head spun.
“So you’re awake then?” A blurred face
leaned over her. She made out red lipstick, a thin line of a nose, kind eyes.
“Drink?” she gasped.
This is very
different. It is not immediately clear where our main character is – we are
deeply in her viewpoint and she doesn’t know where she is, so the reader learns
of her surroundings slowly, as she becomes aware of them herself. By the end of
the first page we can work out that she’s in intensive care in hospital, but
this only brings up more questions. Who is she? Why is she there? What is the
matter with her?
This is how it should be with a
novel. Each question you answer should raise further questions.
If you would like to
find out what happens to SJ, my main character, and how this story develops,
Ice and a Slice is available on Amazon for kindle enabled devices. Price:
£1.94, Click
here for further details.
If you’re interested
in learning more about the difference between short stories and novels please
check out my full length book on the subject, Moving On – Short Story to Novel
– a Step by Step Guide, Price £1.97. Click
here for further details. (Also available in paperback). Click
here for details.
Thank you for reading.
Thanks Della for taking time out of your busy schedule to guest on my blog. If you haven't read 'Ice and a Slice' yet please do - it's a really good read (although it might make you think twice before opening that bottle of wine!)
