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Your Voice Matters


Writers live with the constant fear that there’s no such thing as originality anymore. How can there be anything left to say?

When I was first asked to write Struggle and Suffrage in Bristol for Pen and Sword Books, I wondered if there was anything novel to say on the subject of women fighting for the vote.

A Case Study

The subject has been covered in many ways, from the first-hand experience of E. Sylvia Pankhurst to a novel by Ken Follett. What could I add?

Front cover of Struggle and Suffrage in Bristol by Christina Hollis

The answer was my individual voice. I was born and brought up not far from the city of Bristol, and knew the area well. This made the research particularly meaningful.

Local friends and relatives had grandparents and great-grandparents who had passed down anecdotes. I spoke to people who had been helped by Ada Vachell’s Guild of the Brave Poor Things.

Although I was retelling stories that had been told before, I was using my unique voice. This is where human authors have the edge over AI. We can fill our work with real-life experience. Our voice gives perspective to emotions and scenes. Insight and first-hand experience makes a more satisfying read than shallow novelty.

The Old, Old Story

It’s widely agreed that there are only a limited number of plot lines. Christopher Booker’s Seven Basic Plots is one of the best illustrations of this. He lists Overcoming the Monster, Rags to Riches, The Quest, Voyage and Return, Comedy, Tragedy, and Rebirth. I’ve never managed to find a story that doesn’t fall into at least one of those categories.

A story can be retold any number of times without growing old. Look at the basic plot of Akira Kurosawa’s The Seven Samurai. It’s been retold many times and in many different ways, most memorably as The Magnificent Seven and A Bug’s Life. There’s nothing new under the sun, as they say!

An Author’s Perk

In case you need some extra excitement in your life today, here’s a film clip to illustrate my point. It’s Seiji Miyaguchi playing Kyūzō, one of The Seven Samurai. This character (the best-dressed one in this clip) was based on real-life, unbeatable samurai Miyamoto Musashi. Fun fact: the equivalent character in The Magnificent Seven was played by James Coburn.

You really need to watch the whole of The Seven Samurai as the duel scene is beautifully set up over some minutes, and this clip doesn’t do it justice. Basically Kyūzō – a man of very few words – has repeatedly made it clear he won’t fight, because there’s no point.

Some people just can’t take a hint…

The moral is, always trust your talent as a writer. Believe that you have a unique story to tell. Never compare yourself to other writers, and don’t try to write like them.

Above all, don’t be distracted by what other writers say on social media. It’s a wonderful time-suck, but some of it is fibs, exaggeration, or window-dressing. It’s only the writing that matters.

Here at Tottering Towers there are lots of catkins dancing in the breeze, and the apricot will soon be in flower. While catkins and flowers are lovely, it’s the hazelnuts and apricots that I’m interested in. Fruit is more important than flowers, in the same way that I find producing a piece of writing more satisfying than scheduling the social media posts to publicise it.

Apricot flowers in greenhouse

You owe it to yourself to tell your story. Make 2026 the year you pour your creativity into something that only you can write.

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It’s Children in Need Time Again!

Friday 18th and Saturday 19th November 2022

As usual, I’ve donated a signed book for JumbleBee’s Children in Read fundraising auction for the BBC’s Children in Need charity. A copy of my first non-fiction book, Struggle and Suffrage in Bristol, is entered as Lot 215. For further details, click here and scroll down to find Lot 215.

The successful bidder will get the warm glow of satisfaction that they’ve helped support a good cause—as well as a signed copy of my book.

STOP PRESS! Congratulations to S (no more clues as I think it’s intended as a present!) who made the winning bid for a signed copy of my book. Thanks for your generosity, S.

Please give generously!

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Books: Reading, New, and Free!

I’ve been so busy with my university course (you can find out more about that here) I’ve barely had a chance to read anything apart from text books since the summer. I’ve borrowed so many books on Thomas Hardy, H.E.Bates and more from Gloucestershire University’s library I’ll have to transport them back in shifts!

With two assessments due in this week, I’ve sadly neglected this blog, but from today things are going to change. Term ends on Friday this week, so I’m hoping to have lots of time for tinkering with this site. If you can think of any improvements, please let me know.

This week began with some great news. At long last I have a publication date for my non-fiction book,  Struggle and Suffrage—Women’s Lives in Bristol. It’ll be released on 28th February 2019. That feels like a lifetime away, but it’s only just over eleven weeks.

Here’s the blurb…

It’s freezing, pitch black, and silent- apart from the sound of rats under the bed your wheezing children share. Snow has blown in under the door overnight. Fetching all the water you need from the communal well will be a slippery job today. If your husband gives you some money, your family can eat. If not, hard luck. You’ll all have to go hungry. Welcome to the life of a Victorian woman living in one of Bristol’s riverside tenements.

I’ve had a go at creating an Amazon link, so you can buy with one click. Here it is—please let me know if it works for you!

 

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Spring Fever…

 

…makes a change from the cabin fever we’ve all been suffering for the past few weeks. I’m itching to get out and do some work in the garden. Everything has gone to rack and ruin! Until the end of February, the winter was unexceptional. Nature was gearing up   for spring, as usual. I’d had cloches warming the soil so I could plant some potatoes very early. Tomato plants that I’d germinated on my office windowsill had been potted up, and were sitting in the heated part of my biggest greenhouse.  It was all on course.

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My seedlings don’t exactly look as good as these any more!

Then March came in with not just a lion, but blizzard conditions the media dubbed The Beast from the East. We had days and days of temperatures well below freezing, and heavy snow. You can read more about that here and here.

Apricot_flowers_bestThe whole month was a write-off as far as I was concerned. When the weather was good enough to go outside, I was busy working on Women’s Lives in Bristol. When I had a break in my writing schedule, the weather was so bad, it put the garden out of bounds. There’s no point sowing seeds into freezing, waterlogged soil.  With the greenhouse door either frozen shut or blocked by snowdrifts, I left it well alone. The only action going on inside was the flowering of the apricot (you can read more about that here) and nectarine trees.  My visits were restricted to checking the heater, and bringing bowls of bulbs in from Tottering Towers, as they finished flowering.

This Easter weekend means a fresh, if late, start. The first purple sprouting broccoli will be ready to pick (I’m thinking broccoli and stilton flan…). The compacted, airless soil around the garlic and shallots needs freshening up. A winter’s worth of pesky weeds needs to be decapitated. My first job will be to sharpen the blade of my hoe. Then it will slice through those infant hordes before they can set seed. One year’s seeds means seven years of weeds, don’t forget!

Once the weeding’s done, I can plant my potatoes.  Good Friday is the traditional time for that job, not for any superstitious reason but because in the past,  religious festivals were the only time working people managed to get a day off.  I’ve tried loads of different potato varieties in the past, but this year the season is so late I’m relying on some tried-and-trusted favourites. I’m growing Rocket, which will produce new potatoes in about ten weeks, Duke of York, another early but which will take a bit longer, and Pink Fir Apple which is a late maincrop variety. It won’t be ready for lifting until the autumn, but the distinctive long pink tubers will give us that distinctive new potato flavour into the New Year.

I’ll also be making the first outdoor vegetable sowing, which will be parsnips. I’ve had some soil covered for them to warm it up and dry it out, but once the seeds are in I’ll leave the protection off. They’re tough enough to stand whatever April can throw at them.

Have you got anything special planned for this holiday weekend?

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In the Bleak Midwinter…

A young oak tree came down across our track
I hope you had a good Christmas and New Year! It was quiet here at Tottering Towers. The only excitement was a heavy fall of snow. It brought down lots of branches in the wood. One fell onto the electricity cable supplying us, and some other houses on our hillside. It snapped with a huge bang at 4am, waking everyone. While we were all in darkness, the night outside was filled with sparks from the arcing electricity cable. It was quite scary for a while. 
We cook with electricity and it powers our gas central heating, so we had to find alternatives. Housework keeps you warm, but it’s not very exciting. We could boil a kettle on our gas hob to make tea, and it was a good excuse to live on soup and cake!
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So many people were affected by the bad weather across Gloucestershire and the surrounding counties, it was 9pm that evening before we had light and heat. A brave engineer had to repair the damage while standing on top of a cherry-picker in a stiff, freezing wind. 
It’s only when there’s a break in the supply that we realise how lucky we are to be living at a time when life is relatively easy. Imagine you’re a Victorian woman living in a city tenement. In the days before electricity, every morning is pitch black and freezing. The only sounds come from rats scrabbling beneath the bed your wheezing children share. Snow blows in under the door of your single room. Fetching all the water you need from the communal well will be a slippery job today. If your husband gives you some money, your family can eat. If not, hard luck. He’ll go to the pub. You and the children will have to go hungry. 
Women in those days had no voice, and no power. They lurked in the footnotes of history until they gained an element of control, first over their own money, later their vote and finally, their lives. Much of that progress was driven by women themselves. It took a hundred years of hard work, lobbying and violence before their lives improved to anything like today’s standards. The only way was up—and women from my old home town, Bristol, led the way. 

 

2018 is the centenary of the first British women getting the vote. The publisher Pen and Sword Books is producing a series of books to mark this defining moment. Each volume concentrates on one British city. My contribution covers Bristol.  Struggle and Suffrage—Women’s Lives in Bristol, 1850-1950 will be published later this year, and there will be all sorts of events to mark the centenary. To make sure you don’t miss anything, sign up for my newsletter in the boxes at the tip of this page, and follow my author page on Facebook.