So what's it like to start a new book?

In some ways, it's a bit like starting a new relationship. You have those pre-first date jitters. Will this be the one? Or will it be a disaster of epic proportions from which your confidence will never recover? You worry, you get ridiculously excited at the prospect of the date/actually getting to sit down and begin to write the thing, and you obsess over how awesome it could be. Because it could be, couldn't it? Pretty please, Fate, let this be awesome.

Then finally, finally it happens. You begin! It's the first date with your characters. And it is wonderful. In parts. But it's also awful too because there are all those nerve-racking moments where you realise how little you know these people and you ask yourself how this is ever all going to work out.

I should pause here to explain that I'm not the kind of writer who plans much in advance. I only have the loosest idea of where I'm going when I start writing a book, often just the concept of the book and a tidbit of backstory for the main character or a line of dialogue from them. Nor am I awfully fond of first dates, much preferring the stage when you've relaxed and stopped being on best behaviour around each other.

I digress. So there you are in the throes of teeth-grinding first date-ness, trying to relax and not stress that you don't think it's going totally perfectly. I know some writers who adore the early stages of writing a new book and are totally caught up in the excitement of the new idea, and the opportunity to create something unexpected. Me, I'm a wuss. I just stress about how far from perfect what I'm writing is. My agent knows when I'm still in this stage: she calls and I tell her it's a train wreck. She pays no attention, fortunately.

But I plug away at it, and worry, and plug away a bit more. Much as when you have a date in those early stages, you go away and replay the whole thing over and over and analyse what happened until you've lost all sense of proportion - oh, come on, I know you've done that too sometimes! I struggle over every word I write in the first chapters. I go back and I rewrite until...until...oh, that magic moment when: Yes! There you are, main character. I've started to know you. That's you, right there. Ha, got you now!

I breathe again. This might just be okay. Maybe it is all going to work out.

There's a couple more blips along the way before we're properly together, when the characters do something unexpected on me. Where I lose their voices. But gradually, in the same way you slide into that easier stage of the relationship, we start to fit. You know, that point where you know how the object of your affections takes their coffee, how they always watch Merlin on Saturday night (okay, that might be my guilty pleasure and not my other half's, who tends to watch along with me wearing a slightly bemused expression) and how they won't be satisfied with dinner unless their plate contains something that once dwelled behind a five bar gate.

But you get me - you know these guys now. You are still getting to know them better, of course, and you will be until the penultimate line of the book. It's all still new and exciting but somehow more comfortable than before.

You'll have panics during the course of the book, where you think it's not going well. That your relationship has got tired and predictable and you've failed to notice - because if that's true, your reader will notice. But those choking, almost block-inducing feelings of the opening pages are gone.

Thankfully.

And now you can enjoy it.

Until the next time ;-)

Catching up with y'all

It's been a really hectic couple of months. Skin Deep is now out there in the shops getting some great feedback from readers and bloggers. It's great to have so many people getting behind the characters and loving them. What I'm most pleased about is how much the people who've written to me about the book, or stopped me to talk about it, or blogged about it, have got from Jenna and Ryan's journey. My favourite books are the ones that are about something real and true so I love it when readers say they've found that in Skin Deep.

The blog tour was a lovely experience, both in terms of the variety of articles that were put out there - from character Q&A to playlists to interviews - and from watching the reactions.

In other news we've been redesigning the website to make it more user-friendly and get some updates on there so that'll be going live at the end of the week. It looks much the same in the design but we've been adding some features to improve it for partially-sighted readers.

And finally, yeah, I know it's been a while since I blogged but I do have a really good excuse - I just got engaged and we've been sorting out the wedding plans *very big grin* so forgive me and normal service will now be resumed!

Oh, and I'm now on Twitter so come and find me - links are on the new website.

My Blog Tour

Yes, I'm announcing a blog tour on my own blog! Throughout March, you can catch me in the following locations promoting Skin Deep.

Drop by and find some great new blog sites about books.

For Valentine's Day

I write a lot in coffee shops. I like the noise around me, the way I can look up in a break and see an expression on someone's face or the something in the way someone walks past outside that inspires me. And most of all, I like the caffeine, preferably with a long shot of skimmed milk and a little dash of hazelnut syrup.

But there was one coffee shop experience I had last summer that I don't think I'll ever forget. Whenever I recall it, it makes me smile like Wordsworth's daffodils.

I was sitting on one of the comfy chairs in Starbucks writing an early chapter in my last book when a woman in her late fifties came to sit near me. It was a hot day and she had a white floaty knee length skirt, some kind of cheesecloth fabric, and a matching blouse teamed with strappy sandals. Her hair was long and loose and a mousey brown which looked over-dyed and badly in need of conditioning. When she sat down, her skirt exposed a lot of dimpled, veiny knees. She was a big woman with plain face and so the overall effect was... incongruous. But hey, she walked in there like she felt great so good luck to her, I thought.

And then her husband came over, finally having got served. He put a large mug of coffee and a muffin down in front of her and smiled. 'There you are, gorgeous,' he said and from his face you knew he meant every word of it. Now he wasn't a good looking man either but she looked up at him like he was.

They sat there eating and drinking in companionable silence, giving off the most 'together' vibe of any couple I've seen. Any time I need to write about love, I remember those two. When all the Valentine's cards and flowers and chocolates and the nervous jitters and excitement of early love are gone, if you're lucky that's what you get - what they have.

Of course, Shakespeare tried telling us years ago that:
"Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind:"
But whenever I'm minded to forget that, I think of that couple and it makes me unaccountably happy.

SKIN DEEP sells in Brazil and I get the first finished copy in my hand.

I'm delighted to report my agents had an offer for SKIN DEEP just before Christmas, which was a great Christmas present, and we've now agreed terms so the book will be out in Brazil. Thanks to my great foreign rights agent, Jane Willis, and her associates for making that happen.

On other news, I got home from work this week to find a missed parcel card in my post. Now I couldn't remember ordering anything recently so I got a sudden tingly feeling of excitement as my editor likes to surprise me with these things... I drove down to the parcel depot and picked up a padded envelope with Egmont's moniker on the front. Obviously I ripped it open as soon as I got in the car and two finished copies of SKIN DEEP dropped into my lap.

It's the strangest feeling holding the final version, the one that will be out there on bookshelves, after all this time. I didn't have an initial rush of 'WHEEEEEEEEEEE!' It built up gradually so that by the time I'd been to my Pilates class (and waved it at them) and got home again, I was totally stoked and bouncing around like a five year old after a tub of Haribos.

I am going to be one of those people who sneaks into Waterstones to photograph it on the shelves, I know it *blushes*

The end of a new book...

Okay, so I'm playing catch-up a little with my blog posts here after a lot of domestic reshuffling, and finally...sound trumpets, please...completing my latest book before it went off to my editor for her first sight of it.

Every book is different to write and sometimes I feel a bit sad when they're done, as if I'm losing a friend, because we've spent a lot of time together. I was really glad to get to the end of this one though as it's been tricksy with me all the way through. The timeline/plot is quite complex and that made it fairly difficult to write a first draft. It also meant that the second draft needed more work than I'd normally expect to do as I had to make some structural changes and speed up the pace in the first half. My normal 'it's a total train wreck!' reaction that generally lasts for the first third of the book went on until almost the end this time. It was only on the third draft that I thought 'hey, this is actually not bad at all.'

...I swear if books could snigger this one did at that point...

Foreign Rights News

I'm delighted to share that the German language rights for SKIN DEEP were sold to Dressler over the summer and that my agents have had an offer for the Thai language rights recently. The book is due out in the UK in under three months now and I'm starting to get excited but I have to say the thought of it being read by kids in Thailand really blows my mind. It's great to see your book in print, especially when it's going out in other countries like Australia and Germany, but I think it was the Thai offer that made me really sit up and drop my mouth open - it's such a very different culture to the UK and I love the idea of the book being read over there. So forgive me for getting a bit over-excited and squeeing - I have to do this:
SQUEEEEEEEEEEE!!!