Elizabeth Rose Murray: building a novel

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noreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth Rose) — Fri, 15 May 2009 17:21:00 +0000

Its not forgotten

noreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth Rose) — Mon, 26 May 2008 18:34:00 +0000

Its the focus of June. ´Lily is developing into a stronger and somewhat more sinister character - less puritanical - and she needs more time to be digested. What do you think would be the worst thing that Lily could do to Max? Bear in mind 1. in a relationship 2. she already left her fiance for Max and 3. he is a drunk. Let your minds go wild...make some suggestions! Lets see what I can achieve for you.

On holiday in australia...

noreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth Rose) — Thu, 03 Apr 2008 18:37:00 +0000

Will add more after May 1st when I´ve returned. Come back then...

Why I´m not using the word fuck for my opening word

noreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth Rose) — Sun, 09 Mar 2008 14:50:00 +0000

Some excellent thoughts from The Book Doctor herself:

"Taking the 1st sentences out of context I agree that the dialogue opener looks strong. But in the context of the entire first paragraph - which was the context in which I read the 2 comparisons - I was instantly drawn to 'Max was blind drunk and angry.'

3 reasons. Firstly, Elizabeth has quite a descriptive style and so the short, sharp sentence contrasts with the rest of the paragraph. Secondly, it stands out without trying to stand out. And thirdly I feel that opening sentences should mirror some of the content of the book. A huge part of the novel is Max's alcoholism, by getting this into the opening sentence, his character is set up immediately.

So for me, I find it difficult to grade an opening sentence if I can't see what follows."

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OK - so i know better than to just follow blindly what one person says but the reasoning is exactly as my own. I could make an impact with the word fuck opening my novel - but if it creates less impact - why bother, right?

Can I really start a novel with the word fuck?

noreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth Rose) — Sat, 09 Feb 2008 11:12:00 +0000

1. Do you think I would lose an audience because of it, or do you think they´d be thankful for a book with balls?

2. Is it realistic, or is it trying too hard?

3. Are there any other books out there that start with fuck as a first word?

What do you think of this passage? Please leave comments below. Be brutal - I can take it.

noreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth Rose) — Wed, 30 Jan 2008 19:58:00 +0000

Together Max and the kitten went back to the bedroom. He hauled off his shoes, tugging at the laces and then finally scooping one shoe off using the toes of his other for leverage. The prize gift was deposited on the floor and Max kissed his finger, and then pressed it to the creature’s head. The alcohol filled him too much now, giving him heart burn and earth shattering belches that erupted with precision timing and made the kitten shake.

“Time for a piss.”

A sound like a distant car door slamming ricocheted through the emptiness. Max cocked his ear, and stayed still for a moment.

“Is that you, Lily?”

The thick black blanket of stairwell and corridor was filled with his voice. Max groped the bathroom door handle and shoved it, relieving himself a little in the wrong direction firstly, and then with his eyes closed he swayed to the tune of his own piss splattering the floor. He heaved an appreciative sigh, shook, zipped up and started back towards the emptiness. It was then that he found her.

“Fuck” he screamed, almost too loud to be heard. “Fuck”

The curdled tones echoed throughout the flat. His hands clutched his hair and again he screamed. The tiny kitten crawled under the bed and lay down, trembling.

poll results - what ruins a book for you?

noreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth Rose) — Wed, 30 Jan 2008 19:44:00 +0000

The voting has closed and there were 23 votes. Apparently, what ruins a book for you is overly complicated language, a weak ending and a lack of suspense; so i´ll be ditching the thesaurus (well, not quite!) and making sure the plot thickens and the twist and turns are in abundance.

In addition, the most popular name for the book keeps coming up as Tasting Freedom and Moribund...the original title of Chastise and Compromise is a slow runner - a bit of a lame donkey in fact. But I was playing with the idea that "Moribund?" is better as a question, rather than just plain old "Moribund". The poll opens again...

And in terms of book length, you´re an avid lot. A book is not a book if its not at least 150 pages long. Looks like the length is hitting the correct target!

break from novel - redraft in february - until then...

noreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth Rose) — Fri, 18 Jan 2008 19:03:00 +0000

Please take my polls on the right hand side and help me figure a few things out?

nano is over but what about the following:

noreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth Rose) — Sat, 15 Dec 2007 21:51:00 +0000

My MC used to work for a restaurant but now works on her own... i thought there would be more about food in the book than there is currently - how important do you think mentioning the reasons behind the switch to working for herself is?

Max´s mother

noreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth Rose) — Tue, 27 Nov 2007 11:58:00 +0000

OK. His mother was originally going to have also tried to commit suicide and be a drunk. Now however, there is no need for her in the story. The poor woman is redundant. So, do you think it would be convincing for her to have successfully committed suicide...it is a story of hope despite the dark topic, and this way Max can have a chance to get his drinking in order and put things right...thoughts please!

nano is completed but...

noreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth Rose) — Tue, 27 Nov 2007 11:12:00 +0000

I have completed the nano challenge, so thank you for your help all. However, it doesn't stop there. I am continuing with the draft zero, up to around 70,000 words probably though much less intensive.

Then, February will be first draft, followed by a second draft in May. If it´s good enough, it will go to publishers. If it´s not, more drafts will follow.

So what I´m asking is...stick around? I´ll be needing more help for sure. If you know anyone else who might help, please send them the link. Oh, and thanks again all.

What company is my brother the CEO of

noreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth Rose) — Mon, 12 Nov 2007 16:02:00 +0000

he is older than me: nearing 50. he is rich, powerful, mean, and arrogant.
He has his own office and is the CEO of a company.
What company could it be?

What jazz bar did I meet Simon in?

noreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth Rose) — Thu, 08 Nov 2007 12:25:00 +0000

I met my previous partner Simon in a jazz bar in central London.

It was mainstream, playing Kenny G type jazz.

What was it called?

What is my street called?

noreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth Rose) — Thu, 08 Nov 2007 12:23:00 +0000

My cottage is 300 years old, overlooking the sea from up high on the cliffs.

It is in the north of England in the fictional village of Axworth. What is it called?

a preview of draft zero

noreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth Rose) — Thu, 01 Nov 2007 17:19:00 +0000

As a distant crash of waves broke upon the shore, Max stood at an odd angle in the doorway. He had carefully manoeuvred the three rough cut stone steps in the darkness, taking more than twice the time that the daylight hours required. The steps had proved even more cumbersome due to the oversized cardboard box he held close to his chest. He had gripped the box so tightly that the edges were beginning to contort; creating additional seams to those that had been in the original design. The box swayed a little almost toppling Max over where a railing had once been.

Max was feeling a little smug. He had half expected a less than friendly welcome committee. His shoes had reverberated hollow thumps around the narrow street as he’d made his way home, and although he was mindful to use lighter footsteps as he passed the Sanderson´s window, (knowing they slept in the front bedroom and seeing that the light was out) he knew he would have been noticed by many a prying eye. But the heavy door sat dark, silent and as broody as the cold winds that cut through his sweat soaked shirt. Lily would be so happy with him this time. “Stop talking, start doing” was her irritatingly precise mantra. He could hear her words now and they made him smile. He couldn’t wait to see her face. Plus, it would help make up for the fact he hadn’t come in again last night.

I live in a village called Axworth.

noreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth Rose) — Sat, 27 Oct 2007 14:40:00 +0000

Its beautiful, and although it buzzes with tourism it maintains a certain amount of calm. It´s certainly a charming place. I live in a lovely cottage of whitewashed stone which helps protect from the elements. I overlook the sea from the kitchen and have balcony doors which open out onto a small terrace - big enough to entertain, but small enough to be cosy. This often inspires me when I´m cooking. The den also overlook the sea, as does our bedroom. the guest room looks onto the cobbled streets below.

I love this old cottage. It embarrasses me that it was bought for me, but at least I can call it home. The only problem is the noise. I see Mr and Mrs Sanderson looking askew at times and I'm sure they've heard the furore but are too polite to say anything. Thats how it works around here. It is a fishing village after all. The couple on the other side only stay here at weekends and holidays. They live in the city the rest of the time, in some busy overworked career. Sometimes I envy their seemingly placid and dull lives...

The village is based around a church, but of course I don´t attend. My neighbours don´t either which surprises me in the case of the Sandersons. We have lots of local shops and markets, and have managed to stay away from souvenir shops. Our charm is our food. Once I´d visited here, i knew i had to live here. It was a dream come true.

Well, the summer is just about to arrive and of course, this means longer hours, more socialising and more opportunities for Max to lose control. No matter. We´ll see what the summer brings.

max

noreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth Rose) — Wed, 24 Oct 2007 18:53:00 +0000

Max is a high flying PR consultant. His job requires networking and drinking with clients so his problem often goes unnoticed until its too late. I don´t get to hear it all. What has Max been up to now?

How do i move forward?

noreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth Rose) — Tue, 23 Oct 2007 13:35:00 +0000

I am feeling nervous. I been running my small catering business for some time. Now its time to get moving further forward. I currently provide catering for parties in the village and the city, lunches in the city (delivered by mike, a local man of 65 who is gruff but good hearted and soon to be widowed) How would I research the expansion?Who else could my clients be in a small seaside village? How do I move forward?

Don't let me stagnate before i've even come to life...

I have a home

noreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth Rose) — Sun, 21 Oct 2007 13:26:00 +0000

I live in a small fishing hamlet in the north of england. tell me...

what do you like most/least about fishing villages?

some changes...

noreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth Rose) — Sat, 20 Oct 2007 12:03:00 +0000

In reaction to certain posts etc...the following changes have come about:

1. I am indeed a caterer, but instead of deserts I specialise in organic foods.

2. I do not know any siblings...this is going to happen in the book. I will find out that I have some.

3. Max´s mother is no longer perfect. She is returning to the original idea of having a drink problem herself.

Ruby is now rich...very rich. Not that Max is aware, as Lily is determined to create her own life and be independant.

In what scenario would Ruby end up telling me that I have siblings? Why have they been secret? What happens next?

my brother and sister

noreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth Rose) — Thu, 18 Oct 2007 17:30:00 +0000

My brother Sebastian is about to turn 50 and my sister Claudia is 45. I was an unexpected late child, and neither of us know anything about our parentage except that we each have a different father. We are very mismatched due to the generation gap, and also there is some jealousy involved on all sides. Here is another question:

Am I close to either or both siblings?

I have a job!

noreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth Rose) — Thu, 18 Oct 2007 09:01:00 +0000

I am now a cook. I am a specialist dessert supplier working from home.

"M. said...: I could see Lily as more of a personal cook, who caters to smaller parties and events. Her childhood would alienate her from most social interactions, so I easily imagine a preference to work alone."

Anyone got any favourite recipes for me or for me to search? Anyone know any specific equipment I would need?

A suggestion for rebecca's problem

noreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth Rose) — Tue, 16 Oct 2007 13:19:00 +0000

Anonymous said...

I think that Rebecca is having liver failure. She donated part of her liver to her son, because of his ongoing alcoholism. She is having trouble finding a match

15 October 2007 20:20

Do you think this would work?

Do I smoke?

noreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth Rose) — Tue, 16 Oct 2007 13:07:00 +0000

I would like to know. Please answer here.

title suggestions

noreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth Rose) — Tue, 16 Oct 2007 13:00:00 +0000

All a bit of fun but according to Lulu Titlescorer the title chastise and compromise has a 55.4% chance of being a bestselling title!

any other suggestion based on what you know about me?