All of Life is Fodder for a Book - by Wendy H. Jones
Firstly, I spent a couple of weeks in Antigua. Now, that is a very welcome distraction and, given I am writing historical fiction set in the region, kept me on my toes with research. Having spent time in Archives and Museums, I came back with enough research to keep me busy for several lifetimes. Therefore, my brain was very firmly set in the nineteenth century. Yet, before I even left the island there was a hitch. The plane was held up as there was a discrepancy in the amount of luggage which had been placed on board. The pilot announced this regularly and cheerfully, saying they were recounting the bags. At no time did they say whether they were missing bags or had extra bags. Of course, being a crime writer you will know exactly where my mind went. Fodder for a book indeed.
I had no sooner got myself back to Dundee, late on a Sunday night, than I was up at the crack of dawn on Monday for a breakfast meeting with a literary agent who also happened to be a friend. Bleary eyed, I staggered to the meeting thinking it was a chance to chat with her before she returned to America. She had been over in the UK meeting with publishers and with UK clients. Much to my astonishment I found myself discussing her representing me. Subsequently she sent me a contract and, after reading it carefully, I signed it. Now, I hear you saying, how can this be used as fiction in any way shape or form? You raise a fair point but I can assure you, some aspects of it will make it into my writing. Maybe not now, but in the future. The feelings can be stored away and will be resurrected in a character one day.
The main thing which has kept me from even thinking about topics for this blog is the fact someone went into the back of my new car on Sunday. I am completely innocent as I had parked in Sainsbury's car park and was in the store. Don't worry, no one was hurt and it will all be sorted out but I've decided there is a special place in hell for insurance companies. I have spent hours on the phone and filling in forms and have not had a minute to think about anything. I need to ring again tomorrow as I'm still no further forward. Trust me, insurance companies definitely need to make it into my books in some way shape or form.
I can be annoyed, or I can accept it and put it into context and that's what I've decided to do. As I say, all of life is fodder for a book and that's how I choose to view it. My advice to you is, when things go wrong store exactly what you saw, heard, felt, tasted, smelt and the feelings in your heart and mind and keep it for the right time when it will be resurrected in your Booker Prize Winning Novel. Well, we can only dream - it's better than railing at life. Of course, handing it over to God also helps. He's much more equipped to deal with these things than me.
I agree with you that incidents and experiences all feed to the fodder for a book at some future point. I also believe that every writting not used should not be scrapped away but kept in the fodder system. Our God has created the world in such a way that nothing ever gets to waste. Lovely post. Blessings.
ReplyDeleteOh gosh, I wish we could put the official forms and long wait for a neuro-divergent kid to have the correct educational support at normal state school into a reserve for a novel! How that would help someone in our family. Imagine if there were storage boxes you did this with forms, family crises, buying and selling houses, cancelled holidays - all of that. Wouldn't that make the world a better place! I have an idea for a children's book coming on... though I'm not a children's writer... Nice lighthearted piece Wendy!
ReplyDeleteLife is copy. That's what I always say. And our writerly ears prick up whenever we hear something that might be good for a book. Lots and lots of content there, Wendy, even in the annoying insurance calls. Killer's Clause perhaps?
ReplyDeleteDefinitely think Killer's Clause sounds like a great idea. What a good idea to turn things around in our heads, thank you!
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