Flash! Friday–Vol 2 – 34. Remembering the First of August

This weeks’ photo prompt:

Today’s Dragon’s Bidding:

 

 

Rules: Word limit: 150 word story (10-word leeway) based on the photo prompt and dragon’s bidding.

 

This is my entry for this week’s contest (160 words).

 

THE GATE TO FREEDOM

‘My father’s grandfather died in 1830. He was born in Africa, made captive, sold as a slave by his own countrymen, and brought to Surinam to work in the sugar plantations. After escaping to the rain forest, he was caught, and both his feet were cut off, so that he could not escape again. It was a slow, painful death.

Don’t ever forget you owe your freedom to that man, and make sure you bring your sons and daughters here, on the 1st of August, at least once in your life.’

‘But father, I don’t understand. You were born in London, and I was adopted in China.’

‘Son, this proud, crumbling door is all that remains of a water-mill, which belonged to a sugar refinery dating back to 1830, before the emancipation of slaves. That gate, which nature has tried unsuccessfully to bury, holds the memory of something none of us can remember, and yet we must never forget.’

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Have a look at some of the other entries here.

 

Basic background information to the Abolition of Slavery in the British Empire.

On August 29th, 1833, a new law for the gradual abolition of slavery was passed in the British Parliament, in London.

The freedom of slaves came in two stages. The first was on the first of August 1834, which marked the emancipation of all slaves in the British Colonies.

On that day, it is said that many slaves walked up hills and climbed trees to witness the dawning of the first day of their freedom. Thousands attended ‘Divine Services’ to give thanks and praise on the Caribbean islands.

It was, however, a case of gradual freedom with conditions. The only slaves freed were those who were not yet born and those under six years of age.

All other slaves were to enter a six-year apprenticeship during which they were to continue working on the plantations, without pay, for their former masters, for 40 hours a week, in exchange for food, clothing, medical care, and provision grounds on which they could grow their own food. They could also hire themselves out to other plantations and earn more wages and buy their freedom. This apprenticeship ended in four, instead of six years, on the first of August, 1838, when the second stage of freedom started.

On this occasion, a hearse containing shackles and chains which had been used to reduce rebellious slaves was driven through the streets of Spanish Town, Jamaica, and burned.

Sugar plantations have played an important role in Surinam’s history. Today tourists can still see water mills which belonged to sugar refineries, although they are now abandoned and covered with vegetation.

We cannot change the past, but we can remind ourselves of our collective past, honour the people who struggled for a better world, and work hard to ensure that the things we are not proud of, should not happen again.

 

Which books should writers read?

Writers need to read beyond our comfort zone, and branch out to embrace genres and styles we don’t normally approach, because otherwise we run the risk of becoming self-absorbed.

Reading works we wouldn’t normally consider widens our perspective, improves our style, and opens windows to other ways of telling different kinds of stories.

We need to reach out synchronically, to contemporary works, and diachronically, to works of other literary periods, in order to know what’s happening now, and what has been happening for centuries, in the literary world.

Last week I read three wonderful books, and I’m more than half way through a fourth, and although I’ll be reviewing each one separately, I’d like to share my general reflections with you, first, and explain how each book has helped me grow as a writer.

I started off by rereading a classic, which I make a point of doing regularly. They offer us so much intellectually and emotionally that we cannot ignore them.

Classics hold the origin and the substance of our language and thought, reading and rereading them is mandatory for all readers, writers and reviewers.

We are part of a literary heritage which we should honour and add to, by producing works which contribute to the quality and continuity of literature as a means of both describing and reinterpreting our world.

Persuasion, by Jane Austen, has always been one of my favourites, although sadly, this rereading (which will not be the last) has revealed some flaws, it still holds a special place in my literary heart.

 

When I finished Persuasion, I chanced to find a debut novel by Ellen Quinn, on Twitter. I looked at the blurb, a Regency Romance, so I thought it would be an ideal complement to Persuasion. I skimmed over the first pages on Amazon, and was convinced to give it a go. When I started reading, in depth, I couldn’t put it down!

Reading both novels consecutively has given me plenty of food for thought about what constitutes a good novel, by 21st century standards, and how this conception has progressed over the last two centuries.

I enjoyed the challenge of reflecting on the similarities and differences between both these novels, and how these differences reveal who we are, and how we read and write, today, and how we did so two centuries ago.

I myself am writing a neo Victorian trilogy, so it also helped me reflect upon the similarities and differences between these successive historical periods, Regency and Victorian. The stiff Victorian clothing, aimed at covering every inch of the female body, contrasted starkly with Regency clothing which revealed a major portion of ladies breasts, as Ms. Quinn reminds us:

‘He wanted to groan as he took in the gown’s low neckline that barely encased her ample breasts.’

This would never happen in Victorian social events, because ladies breasts would be well-preserved from male eyes with plenty of silk, gauze, lacing, or other material.

I was able to ponder on this through Ms Quinn’s novel. Jane Austen, of course, had no idea how fashions were going to change, and wasn’t prone to describing clothes in detail, why should she? Her readers knew what they were wearing!

The new Victorian fashions were aimed at curbing sexual desire, promiscuity, and the liberal ideas represented in women’s attire, as well as promoting a renewed religious fervor.

I also thought long and hard on why The Seduction of Lady Phoebe  was such a great read, and Persuasion, this time, proved to be more of a struggle.

This led me to analyze what makes a good novel, for contemporary readers, but that will be the subject of another post.

The third novel I read is another debut novel, Death on a Red Canvas Chair by one of my new virtual writer friends and blogging sisters, Noelle Granger . Noelle has taught me how important it is to have a thorough plot with plenty of twists and turns, and how including the author’s valuable knowledge and expertise increases authenticity and interest.

The novel I am reading at the moment is the disturbing, yet beautiful, The Death of Bees,  another brilliant debut novel, by Lisa O’Donnell,  which was recommended and gifted to me by my best friend, Anna, a few months ago. I was not disappointed by Ms O’Donnell’s multiple narrators and tight hold on the surprising narrative.

The last two novels are set in contemporary New England, and Scotland, respectively. They are in no way related to anything I write, yet they have valuable lessons for me as a writer. Noelle has reminded me to tighten my plots, and keep the reader on her toes, while Lisa has taught me that traumatic events can be told with humour and feeling.

The four books have decisive, determined, and brave heroines, who easily bond with the reader. The first three heroines are good at what they do and lead relatively successful lives, and The Death of Bees, well, all the characters are flawed, perhaps too flawed to be likeable.

Reading these books has helped me realize I am attracted to imperfect characters who struggle with their weaknesses. Happy endings are satisfactory, but deep down, they make me feel there’s something missing or unfinished in the narrative.

Reading widely and critically helps me understand why I write the way I do, and it helps me identify what I want to achieve through my stories and characters.

How do I want my readers to feel? Satisfied? Happy? Challenged? Upset?

What do I want my readers to think about? Love? Happiness? The meaning of life, or lack of it?

I’m still exploring what kind of a writer I am, but reading other works helps me understand my own writing style, what I want to accomplish, and how I can get there.

What kind of novels help you grow as a writer?

 

P.S.

A special mention to Irene Waters, who contributed to the motivation to write this post, as a result of our exchange of comments on this subject recently. Check out her inspiring blog Reflections and Nightmares.

 

Flash Friday! –Vol 2 – 33

Last Friday’s 140-160 word story prompt for Flash Friday included the following picture prompt:

 

Miranda — The Tempest. Painting by John William Waterhouse, 1916. Public domain photo.

And the following word prompt:

This was my story:

Miranda

 

I sat on the stool looking away from the artist.

‘Don’t move!’ He barked. ‘I need to paint your profile.’

I wanted to tell him my neck and shoulders were stiff and aching, but I needed the shillings he was paying, and he was bad tempered if I complained.

‘Speak to me about your country and about your journey across the sea.’

So I told him while he painted.

‘Now tell me about the shipwreck.’

‘There was no shipwreck.’ I lied.

‘Imagine you saw one and tell me.’

So I told him.

Days and hours later, when my neck was so stiff I thought it might break, he gave me my freedom and cried, ‘Come and look, Miranda. It’s perfect!’

I thought it was a portrait, but he would never let me see until it was finished.

I was shocked.

‘You’ve never seen the sea!’ I blurted out.

‘I saw you and heard you, my love, and that was enough.’

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Have a look at some of the other stories here. 

 

Shakespeare’s The Tempest

I love this picture, and I really enjoyed writing the ‘Flash Fiction’ it inspired. The Tempest is also one of my favourite plays, especially as a result of the classes I taught on Postcolonial English Literature to undergraduates.

The Tempest is considered by most scholars as Shakespeare’s last play (1610-11?), which was written as a farewell to London and the stage he so loved. Due to his failing health, he retired to Stratford (although he returned to London occasionally), where he lived with his wife, Anne Hathaway, until his death in 1616.

The Tempest contains one of his most magnificent soliloquies, by Prospero, which is the epilogue to the play, and perhaps to Shakespeare’s artistic life:

Now my charms are all o’erthrown,
And what strength I have’s mine own,
Which is most faint. Now, ’tis true,
I must be here confined by you,

Prospero tells us he no longer has the necessary charms to continue, and must retire and he finally asks for forgiveness before he bids his audience goodbye:

Mercy itself and frees all faults.
As you from crimes would pardoned be,
Let your indulgence set me free.

Watch Sir John Gielgud’s rendering here  (just over a minute on YouTube)

It was not until the 20th century, and the advent of postcolonial and feminist literary criticism that The Tempest came to be considered as one of Shakespeare’s most powerful plays.

Prospero, who should have been Duke of Milan, was exiled on a remote island, where he enslaves, Caliban, a deformed monster and the only human inhabitant, teaching him his religion and his language (a theme taken up by Jonathan Swift in Robinson Crusoe, a century later). Caliban repays him with the following lines which have given Postcolonial scholars much food for thought:

You taught me language, and my profit on it is I know how to curse.

The red plague rid you for learning me your language!

These words have been used to illustrate Shakespeare’s discontent with the way colonisation was occurring, enslaving, taking advantage of indigenous populations, and undermining their culture.

This play has also attracted Feminist criticism because there is only one female character physically ‘present’ in the play, Miranda, who finally succumbs to her father’s wishes and marries the son of the King of Naples, thereby restoring his honour, although she marries for love.

A play well worth reading and rereading…

 

 

 

 

 

Bite Size Memoir “Holiday Reads”

This week Lisa at her blog, Sharing the Story, has prompted us to write about holiday reads.

Far too difficult to condense into 150 words! So I’ve just mentioned what I would have considered ‘lighter’ reading at the time, because it was not mandatory for school, college, or work.

Here’s my memoir:

When I was at school, we had a very good school library, and during the summer holidays, I was an assiduous visitor to my local library. I remember Victoria Holt’s historical fiction and biographies enwrapped me for a few summers, together with Daphne du Maurier.

At University I read mostly French and Spanish literature, and a great deal of English theatre, which was my passion, at the time. During the summer, I was probably having fun, and as far as I can remember, not reading too much.

When my three children were little, I was a working mum. I remember buying books throughout the year and storing them on a bookshelf (I do the same now, except I store them mostly on my kindle instead!), in no particular order, to read during the summer holidays. I loved detective and crime fiction, Ruth Rendell and Minnette Walters were my favourites for years.

Now, my summers are no longer holidays, I write!

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The fictionalised autobiography of Marie Antoinette was one of my favourites, as a teenager.

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The mysterious Jamaica Inn, was a favourite, too.

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I moved on to crime fiction as a young mother, don’t ask me why! The Keys to the Street was one of my favourite.

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Acid Row was the last of her novels which I’ve read (I read all her previous novels), and another favourite.

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Would you like to read some of the other entries?

Mirror Interview # 5 Luccia Gray

Mirror Interview # 5 Luccia Gray.

I tried unsuccessfully to reblog my mirror interview on Iona’s Blog, so here it is:

Mirror Interview # 5 Luccia Gray

*Today our guest is the lovely and talented Luccia Gray. Please welcome her and take a moment to say hello and check out her work! If you would like to do your own mirror interview–it’s a lot of fun talking to yourself–go to the contact me page and send me an email 🙂 CIMG4315

Why do you use a pen name?

There is a long literary tradition of writers using pen names. 19th century authors were keen users; Currer, Acton and Ellis Bell (the Brontes), George Elliot, (Mary Anne Evans), George Sand, Lewis Carroll, Mark Twain. There are many contemporary examples, too: Anne Perry, Anne Rice, and Toni Morrison, among others. No doubt their reasons are/were varied. There is no one reason why a writer decides to write with a pen name.

I started using a pen name because I wanted my ‘writing persona’ to be distinct to my ‘ordinary persona’. I don’t consider it a pseudonym because I don’t keep it a secret. I consider it my ‘artistic name’. I’m trying to keep both ‘personas’ apart professionally, although they sometimes overlap.

Why Luccia Gray?

My pen name is part of me, so it’s an anagram of my birth name: Lucy Garcia. I changed the letters around to produce Luccia Gray. I feel comfortable using it. I consider it a tribute to myself, because I’m finally accomplishing my life-long dream to publish my work and become an author.

How does Lucy feel about Luccia?

Luccia is very special and fragile. She’s insecure, sensitive, and very creative. Lucy is assertive, strong-minded, and very practical. Lucy is very proud of Luccia, and Luccia is glad Lucy found the time, and peace of mind, to give birth to her. I know it sounds weird, but we both feel very pleased with this arrangement!

Why should I read your novel?

All Hallows at Eyre Hall, is a great read. It’s an intriguing and exciting neo Victorian, gothic novel, set in an imposing mansion, frequented by villains, heroes, lovers, and ghosts. I challenge you to read chapter one, and you won’t be able to put it down!

Which are your favourite lines in the novel?

All Hallows is a powerful novel. The characters who breathe life into the narrative are all unique and impressive, that is why so many have been given a voice and a point of view.

There are some beautiful and intriguing letters in the novel. The following extract is from a letter written by one of my favourite characters:

‘My hand trembles as I write this letter. I humbly entreat you to consider it a token of my eternal loyalty and adoration. I can no longer wait in silence while I watch you suffer unjustly. You are not alone. The place I most cherish is by your side, or better still, in your shadow. I offer myself to you in humble and loyal service for the rest of my days. For you alone, I live, I hope, and pray. I will do anything to alleviate your distress and contribute to your contentment. You alone shall be my mistress. My only wish is to remain as close to you as I should be allowed.’

What are you working on now?

I published All Hallows at Eyre Hall as an ebook in May, and it will also be available in print, soon. It is book one of The Eyre Hall Trilogy. I’m currently writing book two, Twelfth Night at Eyre Hall, which should be out at Christmas 2014. Book three, Midsummer at Eyre Hall, is due next summer, 2015.

Why did you decide to self-publish?

It seemed to be a daunting task to find an agent and/or a publisher, and I didn’t want to wait around for replies to query letters, so I just got on with it! I wrote my first novel, found wonderful beta readers, to test my novel and get quality feedback, a proof-reader, and a cover artist. I finally formatted for Amazon and CreateSpace on my own. Now I’m busy writing and promoting my book, myself.

Quite honestly, it has been a fascinating journey, and I’ve met so many wonderful people along the way, in the last eight months, that I’m really glad I decided to do it by myself. On the other hand, I would be delighted to find an agent and a publisher, to help me with practical matters, so that I could get on with my writing…

Than you once again Iona for featuring me on your Mirror Interviews. I really enjoyed it and appreciate the support!

A Tiny Rose For You!

This morning I photographed this lone little rose in my garden. I can’t imagine how she survives, because it’s almost 40ºC in the shade! But she struggles on, and grows, alone in her singular beauty…

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Some days I feel like that! Small, alone, tired, and struggling against the natural elements…

As you know I’m formatting my ebook to be published as a paperback with CreateSpace, and the process is driving me close to a nervous breakdown!

That said, I’m feeling more positive this afternoon, for several reasons.

Firstly, the formatting process is looking better, I’ve managed to get the page numbers, and headers right with mirror format (or whatever it’s called), and I’ve found a lovely scene break symbol, instead of ***, but it’s not the right dpi!

There are so many new words, and acronyms, and Microsoft Word, and Adobe PDF are so stubborn, that sometimes I want to cry, or maybe shout…

If I sound incoherent, it’s because I’m feeling confused… But let me go back to my optimism.

Secondly, I’m feeling fortunate because I have so many virtual Friends who ‘are really there’.

I’d like to thank you all for voting, and commenting on my book cover. I’ll let you know what I finally decide. Thank you also for your encouraging comments and support. Nobody else (in my ‘real’ life) understands what I’m going through…

Thirdly, I’ve had a ‘mirror interview’ published today in Iona’s fabulous blog readfulthings, please check out her blog, if you don’t already know it.

Fourthly, I have another 5***** review on Amazon. I met Amanda quite by chance, through Goodreads, and she kindly offered to read and review my book. I’m grateful and fortunate that readers are enjoying my novel.

So really, what am I complaining about? A few little letters and symbols? some silly computer progammes?

Come on! Pull yourself together, Luccia, you’re a *!

 

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Please help me choose my cover colours!

I can’t sleep, or eat, or even think about anything else!

I’m terribly confused, and I need your help.

I’m formatting my ebook into a paperback using the cover creator in CreateSpace, and I can’t decide on the colours.

The covers are in the same order as the questions.

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Any other comments, suggestions, and advice will be very well received.

Thanks. Hope to hear from you soon!

The Poll will be open for 24 hours, then I’ll have to make a decisión, with your help.

 

Desdemona’s Rebirth: A Poem.

On my way back from my niece’s wedding in Madrid, this morning, I was so mesmerised by the beautiful summer sky, dotted with suggestive clouds, that I wrote a poem.

Don’t ask me why I heard Desdemona’s name in the clouds, but Desdemona Reborn is a tribute to all the wonderful women who have inspired poets and other humans, to do both wonderful and evil things.

 

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Desdemona Reborn

Desdemona,

listen to the clouds
reciting your play.
Morphing
memories.

Chocolate licked
marshmallows.
Dragon’s wings.
His handkerchief.

Listen to the clouds
singing their music.
Humming
souvenirs.

White cotton
bodice dress.
First kiss.
Innocent bliss.

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Listen to the clouds
asking for answers.
Smothering
questions.

 What happened
to dreams?
How dost thou
look now?

REBORN.

Seeking more clouds
with plays, music,
and questions, too.
Listen to your heart.
Sing on,
my love.

***

 

P. S.

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After suffocating Desdemona in their bed, Othello asks her, regretfully,  ‘Now, How dost thou look now?’

Othello both killed and immortalised Desdemona, while he condemned himself to become one of the most pathetic villains in English literature.

Bite Size Memoir “10 out of 10″

Il y en a dix!

I was an insecure and awkward child. Too tall, too shy, too quiet, and too many spots (I did so sympathise with Adrian Mole). The ensuing lack of self-esteem slowly decreased as I started to excel in small things. The first of these memorable moments was my French class, in the final year at Primary school.

My classmates were nervous, as a new teacher started using strange, incomprehensible sounds. We were taught the numbers and some words, and asked: ‘Combien de stylos y a-t-il sur la table?’, and we had to reply: ‘Il y en a dix.’ Everyone was amazed that Lucy, of all people, was the only pupil to understand and reply to all the questions with correct pronunciation. 

My family used to visit relatives in Paris every summer, on the overland journey, on our way to Spain. I had picked up some French over the years, which I had never imagined would come in so useful!

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Lucy in Paris in 1973(?)

 

This is a (very) old photo. I can’t remember where I am, but it’s obviously Paris, because you can see the Eiffel Tower in the background, on the right. I’m about fourteen.

 

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Me again, by the Sacre Coeur, same year, 1973(?)

 

I have fond memories of these long journeys, which started on the Golden Arrow, from Victoria Station to Dover, then a boat across to Calais, and a train again to Paris, where we’d stay for a few days, with my mother’s cousins, who had fled from Spain, after the Spanish Civil War. Then we’d continue on to Bilbao, by train, and from Bilbao to Santander, by coach. It took forever, but that’s how people travelled in the 1970s.

Being already bilingual, and a lover of languages, it was easy for me to pick up a third one. I was always ten out of ten at French. I went on to study Spanish and French (subsid.) at London University. Well, it was on the cards, wasn’t it? Pity that it’s quite rusty now, through lack of use…

Parlez vous francais?

Have a look at some of the other entries for this week’s Bite Size Memoir

 

Would you like to read All Hallows at Eyre Hall?

Dear followers and readers,

I’d like to let you know that if you’d like to read my novel, All Hallows at Eyre Hall, you only have to fill in the form below, and ask me. I’ll gladly gift it to you.

Why should I gift it?

Firstly, because you are my ‘virtual friends’, and I don’t want to take advantage of your friendship.

Secondly, because I hope you will like it, and help me get it noticed, by writing reviews and/or  just telling friends and followers that it’s worth reading.

You may be asking yourselves: Will I like it?

Reading a book which is not your ‘type’ is a torture, and I wouldn’t want to torture anyone, especially not my friends! The answer is quick and simple. Pop into Amazon.com and read the first chapter, it’s free in ‘look inside’. If you are drawn in, I assure you it gets better and better.

It’s a neo-Victorian novel which takes place in a gothic mansion (Eyre Hall) in a large country Estate in the north of England, with heroes, villains, lovers, plots, ghosts of the past and present, secrets, suspense, etc.

 

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In the future, whenever that may be __  I’m in no rush __ I’d like to write full-time, but in order to do so, I need to sell novels.

The selling part is not only to cover costs, I’m a one-woman show, and there are many expenses: cover design, formatting, proof-reading, editing, advertising, reading and writing materials, etc.

It’s also to affirm that I can write. I know I’m not unique in my insecurities, many writers feel the same way, especially when they have been repeatedly turned down by agents and publishers (I’ve only been turned down by three, because I stopped submitting my work).

The fact that great authors like Garcia Marquez, whose first novella, Leaf Storm, was initially rejected by a publisher and buried in a drawer, doesn’t console me, neither does the fact that there are many more successful authors who suffered similar rejections:

Steven King received many rejections for his first novel, Carrie, J. K. Rowling’s Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone was rejected by a dozen publishers, too, and the list goes on…

It’s great being an independent/self-published author, because you are in complete control of the whole process, but it’s also exhausting, because there is so much to do that is not actually writing.

I don’t want to be a best-seller (at least that’s not number one on my to-do list!). I just want to do what I love, which is to continue writing the stories I need to tell __ and, of course, I’d like people to read them, too!

Whether you’d like to read my novel or not, I hope you’ll still enjoy my blog. I have lots of thoughts to share with you!

 

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