Guest Post – Faye L Booth

Hello and happy Friday to one and all. I’ve something a little different for you today. A guest post. For the first time in this blog’s three year history (it turned three last month) I’m letting someone else take the wheel.
So a very warm welcome to Faye L Booth, whose second novel, Trades of The Flesh is published today and who will be talking about the Second Novel Experience. Over to you Faye…

Picture by Cartmel Photography

Somehow, I’m just about to release my second novel.  An interesting state of affairs, because I still don’t think the reality of my debut coming out has hit me yet, and now I have two books out there in the world.  Eeek. 

 

The lovely Mr Perring has given me a platform in his blog to talk a bit about The Second Novel Experience, and to begin with I should probably explain, for those of you who’ve never heard of me, a little bit about my first- and second-born.  I write Victorian-set historical fiction, and Cover the Mirrors, my debut tale of bogus mediums, passionate affairs and the art of flirting with the aid of the language of flowers, was first published in hardback by Macmillan in 2007, with a paperback following the year after, as well as large print and audio editions, and a Romanian translation in the works.  Today sees the release of Trades of the Flesh, which features pornography, prostitution, dissection of corpses and other savoury things I can’t wait for my family to read about, and I’m pleased to report that this first edition will from the off be a recession-friendly mass market paperback, as well as appearing in a promotion in WH Smith Travel branches.

 

I write all this as if it had truly sunk in, but to be perfectly honest, I’m still as wide-eyed and amazed about the whole thing as I was when I opened the first email I ever received from Will Atkins (my editor at Macmillan), offering to publish Mirrors.  So really, publishing my second novel feels a lot like publishing my first – weird, wonderful, and the stuff of dreams. 

 

Mirrors wasn’t just the first novel I had published, it was the first novel I’d written full stop.  (Previously, I had been a short story girl.)  And while every author learns a great deal with each novel they write, no matter how experienced they are, I think there’s an extra educational element to picking up your pen or sitting down at your keyboard to write your second book, because for the first time, you’re no longer in completely unfamiliar territory.  (I clarify that by saying “completely”  as each book is always that little bit different to those that went before it, so starting a new project is never old hat.)  When I started Trades, I knew that I could write full-length fiction, and so at least I didn’t have to wonder whether I could tell a tale of 80,000 words as opposed to 4000.  Plus, I began working on Trades as soon as I started sending Mirrors out in search of representation and/or publication, and so I was well into it by the time I got that wonderful email from Will.  Because of this, I think I avoided one of the common struggles of writers working on their second novels, a lot of whom reportedly find, if they begin writing Book Two after Book One has been published or accepted for publication, that they are consumed with performance anxiety – that “dance as if there’s nobody looking” situation no longer applies, and the author is left wondering: will Those In Power like their second novel as much as they liked their first, or will they hear those words that are dreaded by artists of all stripes: “I prefer your older work to your newer work”?

 

I know, I know – from the perspective of an unpublished writer, that’s an enviable ‘problem’ for someone to have, isn’t it?  I don’t think many second-time novelists would complain about being in that situation, though – it’s just a matter of the challenges a person faces altering along with their situation, that’s all.  And as I say, Trades was conceived and (largely) written while publication was still a distant dream for me, so it’s not even something I can claim to have experienced myself.  So did the performance anxiety hit when I started on my third book?  Not to an excruciating degree, now I think of it.  The experience of writing (and editing) two books naturally enhances one’s sense of what does and does not work, and so I think my standards and expectations of myself are getting higher with each subsequent book (this is why artists are always their own greatest critics!), but writing most of my second novel before my first hit the shelves highlighted for me one of the most important lessons I think a writer has to learn; namely that your best writing comes when you write first and foremost for yourself, and worry about other people later.  That kind of passion and sincerity can’t be faked, and the stories that come from deep within you, without any worries of what other people will think about them, flow that much more freely not only when you, the author, sit down to write; but also when the time comes for the reader to share in your vision. 

 

If there’s anything I’d like to say about writing a second novel, I think that’s it, and all that remains is to for me to offer my heartfelt thanks to all who bought and enjoyed my first novel, and those who will do so for my second.  It’s incredibly humbling, and if my stories have entertained you, I’m delighted to hear it.

 

Thanks to Nik for letting me waffle!

 

 

Preston, 1888: as the century draws to a close, the prostitute murders in London have made young Lydia Ketch’s ‘trade’ a political issue. Lydia, the tough but optimistic daughter of a former workhouse inmate, has spent a year working in the ‘introduction house’ of Kathleen Tanner, a job that has given her an income few others could match. When Lydia meets Henry Shadwell, a young surgeon with a passionate interest in biology, the two develop an instant – and non-professional – bond. And Henry soon enlists Lydia’s help in his underground sidelines; first as a model for pornographic photography; then as an assistant in procuring corpses for medical experimentation. With the dangers of her own line of work becoming clearer by the day, and her newfound delight in her own sexuality burgeoning, Lydia becomes disillusioned with her life as a prostitute. And it soon become clear that her trade – and Henry’s – are even more dangerous than either had imagined.

Trades of the Flesh is a gripping novel about the body and its desires, from a precocious voice in historical fiction.

Still at it

I’m about half way through this rewrite (10,500 words out of a little under 20,000) and as such I don’t have all that much to report.

(Actually I wanted to blog about receiving my copy of Cover the Mirrors by Faye L Booth, how much I appreciated her sending me a bookplate and how much I loved reading the prologue but I’m just not going to have time.)

And I know there’s a ton of emails I’ve not yet replied to, so to anyone waiting for a reply from me – you should get one early next week. Promise! Thank you for your patience.

Now, chapter 13, in which our hero finds himself taken to a barn…

My friends went to Cyprus and all they got me was…

this lovely little magnetic crab (currently attached to the cabinet which is the side of my desk). Thanks G ‘n’ R.

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Cover the Mirrors by Faye L. Booth has been released. Looking forward to receiving my copy. (I was supposed to be attending the launch in Preston on Friday but ended up being unable to get there. I really hope it went splendidly.)

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And this is horribly and wonderfully addictive.

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I’m also secretly and slowly working on a new website, after pretty much all attempts to update and then delete my old one have failed (sigh, grumble). If anyone has any thoughts my ears are always open.

Where’s the Time Gone?

Seriously. This week has just slipped by. And I’ve not managed to get half as much done as I’d have hoped.
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I was however thrilled to receive my signed copy of the fabulous Uncle Alonzo’s Beard by the equally fabulous Emma King-Farlowe. It’s the sort of book that makes you smile whenever you look at it. And that is definitely a good thing.
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And if anyone wants to see a particularly hairy photo of me with the beautiful (it really is!) cover of Faye L. Booth’s debut, you can do so here. Which reminds me – I still need to order a copy. Something else for the To Do list. Oh, and you might need to scroll down a bit.