Each week as I work on my new novel I am posting a fresh extract from my writer’s diary – mercifully short, you’ll be glad to hear, each piece taking about a minute to read. Catch up with earlier entries here:
This week’s piece is:
August 31st 2015
I had lunch today with a friend, and as friends do while hoping for not too long an answer he asked, “How’s the writing coming on?” I touched on my telling this story in a variety of voices, saying that I found the approach easy (this time) and that I hoped it was a sign that my characters had already developed their own unforced personalities. I added that it was an enjoyable way to write.
Although a writer in his time plays many parts, as Shakespeare almost wrote, would my readers find my text enjoyable? I find writing in multiple voices fun but the reader may find it confusing or even tedious, and I am determined that my novel shall be neither confusing nor tedious.
Given that the book is based in part on my own real-life experiences, the use of multiple voices in which I inhabit the different characters means that (unlike in previous books where I also ‘became’ my characters) I shall see this story – see episodes from my own life – from other people’s points of view. But these are real people. They existed. They really did these things.
Today I have, for the first time, entered the mind of and (again for the first time) begun to understand the ‘ogre of my childhood’, the equivalent of the Wicked Witch or evil step-mother of fairy tale. I ‘became’ the ogre, the woman who blighted my early years, ill-treating me to such an extent that the neighbours eventually stepped in to blow the whistle. To me she has always seemed unforgivably evil. Now, weirdly, I see why she may have allowed herself to behave as cruelly as she did. I won’t say that I forgive her, for what does forgiveness mean? Few of us really grasp the term, so can we ever really forgive? I can’t answer that. All I know is that in the past I have bluntly condemned her behaviour. Now for the first time I have delved more deeply to examine what until now had, for me, been a mere cut-out representation – and lo: behind the pasteboard I find there lurks a real person.
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And a little earlier . . .
Somehow I managed to publish 3 books last year – and they’re all available from Amazon. They’re astonishingly cheap (or I prefer ‘they’re astonishing’) so why not try one?
Stories I Can’t Tell
(an illustrated confessional “by” Maggie King, “with” Russell James)
Here’s something different – very different! – written with the very close co-operation of the fabulous Maggie King. It invites you – and you alone – to sit with Maggie as she shows you the contents of her trunk of theatrical souvenirs. What secrets will you find?
On the eve of World War Two Maggie King has been waiting for me – Russell James – to join her and ghost-write a celebrity memoir. But I’m not there yet; there’s only you and Maggie, just the two of you, in front of a cozy roaring fire. Maggie’s theatrical trunk, you’ll find, is packed with programmes, handbills, letters and photos, both from her own career and that of her parents – Albert and Annie King (‘the Royal Family’), middle-ranking performers in Music Hall and Variety. While you sit with her she recalls the ups and downs of her rackety life, including hits and flops, romance and tragedy, the men who mattered and the man who caused the scandal that blighted her career.
Full details are on the Maggie King book page – “Stories I Can’t Tell”
The Newly Discovered Diaries Of Doctor Kristal
A black comedy set in the Swinging Sixties (1963-4) and revealed through the diaries of a doctor – 35 years old and still a virgin – whose curious obsessions drive him to start murdering his patients. Kristal thinks himself immune from any hint of sexual passion – but when there are two beautiful women desperate for his help, isn’t there anything he can do? Read all about it on the DOCTOR KRISTAL page – here
My most autobiographical novel to date, though you might not think it, since it is an up-to-the-minute tragicomedy narrated into an iPhone by Crosby Ravensworth, a 35-year-old executive too busy to scatter his father’s ashes or to sort out the dysfunctional family he has left behind, or even to decide which of the four women in his life he should connect to. But with any luck, he’ll find that even the darkest clouds have silver linings and this could be the beginning of a new life.
To get your copy – for Kindle, Kobo, Nook or whatever – either go to my Amazon page (click HERE ) or ,for all non-Kindle formats, jump to my Smashwords page by clicking EXIT 39 instead. To find out more, CLICK HERE and enjoy Exit 39!
– and as there are now several writers called Russell James (how dare they?) you might like to know that the relevant Author’s Page on Amazon is at Russell James
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One last reminder of how to get my books:
Most of my books can be found on the Prospero website.
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(On some of these sites you’ll find some upstart authors there as well, each pretending to the Russell James throne. Do not be led astray. Insist on the original!)