Wine Dark Sea Blue- A Look Back at the Book Launch

So, it’s been a while since the book launch for Wine Dark, Sea Blue, and life is still getting back into it’s own little rhythm.

I have been assured by everyone it was a wonderful night. (Am I reminding anyone of Mrs Elton in Austen’s Emma? Where she flatters herself by saying how much other people enjoy her company?) To be honest, I was buzzing around like a bumblebee on crack, so I’m kind of depending on everyone else’s opinions here.

So the UEA INTO Launch started earlier in the day, with a wonderful speech from Professor Sarah Churchwell (Who you can find out more about here). It was so great to hear a writer and lecturer who didn’t know me at all really get what I was trying to achieve with this novel. To have someone who knows good writing understand my themes and narratives, and the point of my writing just made the day for me. 



Then we went down to Dirty Dicks Pub, where festivities were about to begin! Opening the show was Northern Irish writer Louise Davidson, who has also helped me with work on The DumbSaint Project. It was then followed by a ‘thrown voice’ poetry show by Joe McBride and Joe Shefer, exploring the voiceless poet. We had a spoken word/sound art collaboration with Victoria Karlsson (using Joe McBride’s work- you can listen here). Poetry from Stairwell Books’ Rose Drew. Songs from the excellent Emma Weston, accompanied by Sam Weston. And then onto partying with The Elisa Jeffery Collective!


So, my advice for a launch?

  • Pre-sign ALL THE BOOKS. Sure, it’s nice to write specific messages, but it’ll take time and make your life difficult.
  • Get someone else to deal with ALL the OTHER SHIT. You will not have the time to greet people, sign books, sell, check the state of the nibbles and make sure the band have leads etc. Get HELP
  • Themed cupcakes are always a winner
  • Provide entertainment but maybe not too much entertainment
  • Maybe trust that when you invite your friends, and they invite their friends, you probably will have enough people!
  • It’s your night! Take the time to enjoy it!
  • Merchandise is fun!

Stereotypes, Pretensions and What People Really Think When You Say ‘Writer’.


2012 seems to be the year of the meme. Don’t get me wrong, logging on to UEA’s Meme page on facebook allows for a good five minutes of fun, and makes me a little nostalgic. And I do get the ones on different jobs- ‘What my parents think I do’, ‘What my friends think I do’ ‘What I think I do’ ‘What I actually do.’ It got me thinking about what assumptions people have when I tell them I’m a writer.

For those who are pursuing the same course of action, there are two options. They (after conceding the fact that they too are legitimate writers) agree and we spend a happy afternoon down the pub chatting about the bollocks that is character development and how we’re going to be poor forever. Or they almost snippily question whether ‘we’ (I) should use that term if ‘we’re’ (I’m) not ‘properly published’ (up for a Costa Book Award).


I’m not going to get into that now, because it’s a long and arduous argument that can only serve to make me feel like a failure. I will tell you that I’ve only ever wanted to be three things in my life. When I grew up, I either wanted to be a writer, a secret agent, or a hippie. I actually find that I’ve kind of got a nice mish mash of all three in my life right now. Okay, so MI6 will not come calling any time soon to turn me into a Sydney Bristow character. I do not have the stamina for that. But, for all intents and purposes, it is my job to mislead people. I have to tell a story, keep people interested, keep them guessing. I am a liar. And okay, I do have one of those voice-recordy pens, and a stick that turns into a mini-telescope.


Insert cheesy pun in face of imminent demise here...

The point is, I’m a spy. I’m spying on your life, taking the interesting bits and making them into fiction. And just as James Bond left his gaggle of love-struck women pining or wishing vengeance on him, I’m probably going to have some casualties along the way. Especially hanging out with other writers- if I’ve taken a personality trait it seems a worse faux pas than borrowing their pencil.


And then to the hippie. Well, okay, so I like incense and make daisy chains and play the guitar atrociously. I occasionally summon up enough political outrage to do things. But this writing life often takes some of those hippie stereotypes. The peace and quiet to write, for example. How many writers retreats are offered in bustling cities? One. And that’s because they understand not everyone can afford to leave London for weeks at a time.


Created by Jane Hunter (and taken randomly from google)

The point being, maybe slowing down and truly embracing the mundane, away from television, pop culture, and…dare I say it (so hypocritically, via blog) the internet, actually improves writing. Or the ability to sit down and write the damn thing you keep talking about. Taking joy in small choices and enjoying a moment that’s not just there until you get to the next one. Thoroughly enjoying a cup of coffee, the perfectly rolled cigarette, properly closing your eyes and listening to a song instead of letting it play on as background noise. Everything in life seems to rushed, such a caterwauling of hopes and aims and objectives and needs that the present seems to fall into past before it’s even been acknowledged. Take a second, breathe and enjoy. Eat cake for breakfast, walk in the sunshine, spend all afternoon drinking with a friend (or a pen and paper). All I’m saying is, we’re meant to be looking at things, truly watching in order to write. And if we’re too busy to watch, then we’re too busy to understand anything.


This all sounds a bit pretentious, I know, but I’m striving to live my life a little more like this. Because, I serve coffee three days a week, I teach people a few days a week, and I have a few days a week to write articles, try and set up a business and actually interact with other human beings. As well as promoting the novel, and starting a new one. So what does this tell you? I should be running around like a moron, getting things done. I should be craned over my desk, typing furiously into my laptop at three in the morning, slaving away on the latest masterpiece, fuelled only by black coffee and a righteous desire to succeed.


Well, you know what? I hate to be the one to tell you this, but writers are people. We have bills to pay, and jobs to do, and the occasional need to flop down in front of the television for three straight hours of Buffy re-runs. The point is this- the cliche benefits no-one. People saying ‘well, you’re a writer, you should be okay by yourself’ or ‘I thought you would look different’ or sniggering if I tell them I’m a writer who also serves coffee. We are not all sitting here in black clothes wearing berets and talking about Kafka. Thank goodness.


Bleh. Although I'm sure I own a beret...and bongos...and wear a lot of black...but I'm NOT a cliche!

For most people, their job is their job. For us, it’s an intrinsic part of who we are. When I say I’m a writer, I don’t mean ‘this is how I make my living’, I mean ‘this is how I live’.

And now this nice little rant/speculation is over, I suppose I should get back to it. Now, where did I leave my beret?



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