Wednesday, 30 August 2017
I'm really going to miss August 2017. With the Edinburgh Book Festival, our Parisian jaunt and then Manchester Pride, it's been absolutely brilliant.
September means getting back down to work. I've some big Doctor Who-related commissions to do, and some adaptation work... and then it'll be about getting down to a new novel project, which I've got outlined and ready to go...
And there are some new things coming out in the autumn too, to which I've contributed - such as Terry Molloy's book about his bear Monty, for which i've drawn all the pictures - which you can order here. And there's Puffin books' 'Doctor Who - Tales of Terror', which features two stories by me - including my first-ever story about the Daleks! (My second-ever story about the Daleks will be in 'The Dalek Book' from BBC books in October.
Also in October we'll have the launch of 'Baker's End' part four on CD and download from Bafflegab - with Colin Baker making his debut inside the furry onesie of the King of Cats...!
Lots going on... i really love Autumn. But I'm so going to miss August.
Thursday, 10 August 2017
Just looking at the flyer for Levenshulme Pride and it's upsetting to think I'm going to be away for the whole thing! If I was here, I'd be at *everything* that's going on - Kate Bush Yoga and Wendy Orr's themed pies; Darren J Ruddick playing guitar, Rylan John Cavell's quiz show and the discos and the march and the karaoke and the spoken word stuff and Stephen M Hornby's play-reading... and drag queens and bbqs and Rebecca Cotter's tea party at Shine Hair... and male strippers and loads of other stuff. Instead I'm just gonna have to do my best and enjoy myself at the Edinburgh Book Festival.... I will do my *very* best to do a great lecture on Ray Bradbury and to read from my latest novel with Joan Lennon reading from hers... and to have a nice time seeing lovely friends - even without Jeremy Hoad and Bernard Socks ..!
Last night, just before this busy weekend kicked off... we went to Central Library in Manchester and we saw the fab Gerry Potter perform. He was launching his new poetry collection from Flapjack Press. I drew him while he was doing his turn...
Monday, 7 August 2017
I've just launched myself on Patreon...!
This means for paying as little as three dollars a month you can read work-in-progress by me and see drawings and paintings. I'm planning to publish all kinds of stories and adventures there, and it'd be great if you joined me... Here's the link to my page - https://www.patreon.com/Paulmagrs
The first thing I've posted is the opening of a story set in Paris that I've been working on... about a seagull called Pierre who lives by the river and fancies himself as a detective.
But quite soon I'll be returning to Whitby and the world of Brenda and Effie. I've a great many Brenda stories that haven't yet seen the light of day...! So come and subscribe!
Sunday, 6 August 2017
Next weekend is the first Levenshulme Pride! I'm gutted because I'm in Edinburgh, doing two events at the Book Festival (and having a wonderful time I should think..!) - but I wanted to draw this silly picture anyhow, to celebrate our Levy Pride! Hurray! x Please *share* and tell everyone about this amazing Levy weekend!
Tuesday, 1 August 2017
I can write like a dream. And I do it every day. I’ve done it every day since I was a kid. I can write just about anything. I’ve never stopped having fabulous ideas. Twenty-two years as a published author and all those rocky, tricky, difficult years haven’t deterred me. Not completely. Not yet.
Sometimes I feel a bit defeated, but I push myself back on course. Even when I’m told that the next book I’m planning to write will probably be an impossible sell… even before I’ve started writing a word of it. Even then. I keep up my morale and my gumption and my energy and my hunger to do this mad, daft thing I’ve done all my life.
Not many prizes, awards or nominations. Not many massive breakthroughs in sales. Not many special, fancy projects or juicy commissions from funding bodies or artsy organisations. No screen adaptations or TV shows. Not yet.
I try my best not to feel unjustly neglected and bypassed. I try my hardest not to feel like I don’t exist when I’m in bookshops that don’t seem to stock me, or when I’m asked to explain what kind of thing it is I write.
I pick myself up after each setback and reinvent the wheel. I’ve written for every age group and in all kinds of genres not because I had to, but because I wanted to explore. I wrote literary fiction because that’s what they talked about at university and I wanted to write fiction that was clever and brimming with ideas and rich allusion: that cut through to the heart of things.
But I also wrote science fiction and fantasy and horror and crime because I love these things too. They’re all – if they’re done well – asking the same questions as literary fiction. The same big questions we all want to ask: who do we think we are? What do we think we’re doing here? How can we best live? What will other people – perhaps in the future - think of us, and do we even care? Those kinds of questions.
Yeah, genre trappings – chases, kidnaps, monsters, sexy stuff and fights – that’s all a bit juvenile, really, but it’s also fun and essential. There’s nothing wrong with fiction being a bit juvenile. I always felt that books must be fun.
What else? I can script. I can adapt other people’s work. I can write non-fiction, criticism, memoir. I can write gorgeous dialogue in a vast array of voices because I have a lovely, attuned ear as a result of spending my whole life listening to other people and drinking them up. I love other people. I think that’s essential for writing fiction.
I have read all my life. I have read so hard and for such long hours my retinas started to peel away from the backs of my eyeballs.
Oh, and I can teach. I’ve taught fiction workshops and literature classes since my early twenties. I know what you need to be told to do in order to turn your writing inside out and make it tick and spring into life. I won’t tell you what to do. I’ll tell you how you may find the very thing to do. I’ve taught in person, online, in groups, one-to-one. In sheds. In fields. Up trees. I worked for as many years as I could in that exhilarating and deadly, backstabby world of academia. I can read and perform my own work. I love talking to audiences, taking questions. Dragging them into my world. Meeting readers. Signing stuff. Listening to them.
I can draw too.
So I create new stuff all the time. I never flag and I never lose sight of what it is I care about doing. I never laze about if I can help it. I don’t dither if I can help it.
I do daydream… and I daydream in four-dimensional technicolour and I make sure I hit the ‘record’ button. I do all this stuff every day because I wouldn’t be happy doing anything else and I do it like a dream.
And I do it like no one else has ever done it before. The work I do is unlike anyone else’s.
And yet… I keep being told almost daily that there’s no place for what I do. I’m being told that it’s increasingly impossible for someone like me to make a living as a writer, as someone who creates books.
They’ve been telling me that since 1995.
For twenty-two years I’ve been told: ‘It’s so hard out there. It’s so competitive just now… especially for someone like you.’ I’ve listened to that for twenty-two years from editors, publicists, producers, agents, journalists, booksellers, reviewers, critics, librarians. ‘You’re just so hard to categorize.’
I’ve heard it from everyone but readers. ‘Your problem is – you’re just too unique.’ Readers generally don’t have a problem with that.
But it’s tough, sitting down every day. Most of the effort goes into not feeling hopeless. Most of the effort is in making it look easy. Keeping it full of light and life. Making it feel like a dream.