Showing posts with label The White Camellia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The White Camellia. Show all posts

Wednesday, 2 November 2016

Structural Edits for the Faint-Hearted by Juliet Greenwood

When I first started writing, it was simple. Write book. Go back over it, fiddling and twiddling, and perfecting those beautifully-crafted sentences. Check spelling. Send the finished masterpiece out into a breathlessly waiting world.

It wasn’t until I began to work with an editor that I realised why the world hadn’t been breathlessly waiting. Basically (and to be brutally honest) I hadn’t even started to write the book. I’d got a first draft, and it didn’t matter how much I fiddled at the edges, it was never going to make it past the first draft, before sailing into oblivion and my bottom drawer for all eternity.

I should have known. After all, I’d been successfully writing short stories for years, bashing them around and tearing them apart until they worked. The trouble with a book is that it’s so big, so unwieldy, and takes so long, and so much emotional energy, to write, that the thought of tearing it up and starting again is beyond depressing – especially if, like most of us, you are also trying to do the day job, run a home and family. Oh, and a life.

But, in the end, a long, cold hard look that finished masterpiece (ahem) is the only way to go. That was what I learnt with my first book for Honno Press, Eden’s Garden, and it’s a process that I’ve been learning ever since. The hardest thing is to step back from this world you have been passionately living in for months, even years, and put on the cold, hard, practical, head. But your reader will read the same thing in days, or even non-stop over hours, and they don’t have that world living in their own heads and their hearts, so you have to capture them and persuade them, and transfer that magic inside them. Ballet looks effortless, too.

That is what structural edits are about. It’s taking your book out of your head to hold it in your hands and look at it dispassionately to see what is working and what is not. It’s when you use all the skills you’ve learnt from reading books and knowing what makes you keep on reading or throwing it against the wall. Are there too many characters? Is the heroine a wimp, who throws a strop at the slightest excuse, or a doormat to all and sundry? Are there enough holes in the plot to swallow the Titanic? Everything is thrown into the air, and anything can be thrown out (however beautifully crafted, however long it has taken to write) to make the book as gripping and emotionally engaging as you want it to be – in other words, the story that lives in your head. None of this is destructive. It can feel brutal, but it’s the paring down of a book into the best it can be. It’s the painter going through version after version of the same subject, the dancer practising until their feet bleed.

Above all, you need to listen to your gut. When I sent in the first version of Eden’s Garden, I knew something wasn’t working. Deep inside I knew the Victorian element of the story needed to be far more vivid by being told in the voice of the Victorian heroine. I felt defeated by starting again, rewriting a whole new element of the book, and unceremoniously chucking out hours of work. And, to be honest, I thought I didn’t have the skill and was afraid of making a fool of myself. It was an editor who taught me that yes, it was a vital part of making the book work – and yes, I was capable of writing it. The story didn’t change, but that simple structural change made the book come alive. It was definitely worth it, and I learnt so much about writing, and the kind of writer I want to be, in the process.

I still made mistakes in my latest book, but not nearly as many, and most I spotted along the way. Writing is, after all, a process of constantly learning, developing and improving. And, at the end of writing The White Camellia, understanding how much I had learnt and developed as a writer was the greatest buzz of all.

Structural edits? Feel the fear and do it anyway. You’ve nothing to lose and everything to gain. Bring ’em on!



Juliet Greenwood is published by Honno Press. Her books are set in Cornwall, London and Wales in Victorian and Edwardian times, and follow the lives of strong, independently-minded women struggling to find freedom and self-fulfillment. Her novels have reached #4 and #5 in the UK Amazon Kindle store, while Eden’s Garden was a finalist for ‘The People’s Book Prize’. We That are Left was completed with a Literature Wales Writers’ Bursary.

Juliet’s great grandmother worked as a nail maker in Lye Waste, near Birmingham in the Black Country, hammering nails while rocking the cradle with her foot. Juliet’s grandmother worked her way up to become a cook in a big country house. Their stories have left Juliet with a passion for history, and in particular for the experiences of women, so often overlooked or forgotten. Juliet lives in a traditional cottage in Snowdonia, in the UK, and loves gardening and walking. 

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Wednesday, 14 September 2016

The Inspiration of Afternoon Tea (with a bit of rebellion on the side) by Juliet Greenwood

I love afternoon tea with friends. You don’t have to dress up, you don’t have to cook (hurrah!), and you don't have to keep the rest of the family happy. It’s not even about nutrition. It’s about pleasure, pure and simple.


Afternoon tea is a simple indulgence – or so it would seem. Get women talking, and we’re poking and prodding, endlessly curious about our own lives and those of others. It might be light-hearted, but quietly, without anyone noticing, we are dissecting life, the universe and everything, and without having to be polite about it. I love that working out the stories of lives, which is what I also love in books, both the writing and the reading.

Trisha Ashley and Juliet Greenwood
It should therefore come as no surprise that tearooms, and ladies’ tearooms in particular, were once the hotbed of revolution. In Victorian and Edwardian times, quietly, without anyone noticing, over cups of tea and penny buns, in suffrage tearooms in Oxford Street and Covent Garden, and all over the country, women in the UK were planning a rebellion that would change society forever. Their talk was of breaking free of having no legal existence, no training or education that would enable them to earn an independent living and take charge of their lives. This was long before the suffragettes lost patience and took to violent direct action. The women (and men) of the suffrage movement battled for the vote for all (as most men didn’t have a vote either), and also to improve women’s everyday lives, enabling them to take their place as equal human beings, not some self-sacrificing angel with no inner life of their own.

Annie Burrows (left), Anne Bennett (right)
When the first safety bicycles (so called as the ones before had been fairly lethal) arrived during the 1880s, women loosened their corsets and took to the freedom of two wheels like ducks to water. But even the women who wore voluminous divided skirts, or wore skirts over trousers, were considered scandalous, and a threat to civilisation as we know it, often pelted with rotten fruit as they passed, and summarily thrown out of ordinary tearooms for indecency. Ladies tearooms up and down the country provided places of refuge for lady cyclists, some (shock, horror) with male companions, who didn't seem at all concerned the ladies might develop the dreaded ‘bicycle face’ and become instantly haggard (possibly because no one with any sense believed such nonsense).


Ladies tearooms were the first place women could really go on their own, without being hedged around by family and expectations to be quiet and dutiful and careful not to show any intelligence, in case it might put off any suitors. They talked to each other, and to men, without supervision, exchanging ideas and learning that they could be so much more than the role set out for them by their families and society.

Left to right: Haydn Lee, Juliet Greenwood,
Trisha Ashley, Annie Burrows, Anne Bennett
Ever since I stumbled across the suffrage ladies tearooms, when I was researching The White Camellia, I’ve loved the idea of rebellion among the teacups and the penny buns, the fruit loaf and the scones. In my story, the White Camellia suffrage ladies’ tearoom plays a vital role in the lives of my two very difference heroines, as well as continuing its fight to change the world.



There’s definitely only one place to celebrate the publication of The White Camellia – the local tearooms!




Juliet Greenwood is a UK historical novelist published in Wales by Honno Press. Her grandmother worked as a cook in a big country house, leaving Juliet with a passion for history, and in particular for the experiences of women, which are often overlooked or forgotten. Juliet trained as a photographer when working in London, before returning to live in a traditional cottage in Snowdonia, in beautiful North Wales. She loves gardening and walking, and trying out old recipes her grandmother might have used, along with exploring the upstairs and downstairs of old country houses.

Juliet's books are set in Cornwall, London and Wales in Victorian and Edwardian times, and follow the lives of independently-minded women struggling to find freedom and self-fulfilment. Her two previous historical novels for Honno have reached #4 and #5 in the UK Amazon Kindle store. Her latest novel is The White Camellia.

Website:         http://www.julietgreenwood.co.uk/
Blog:               http://julietgreenwoodauthor.wordpress.com/
Twitter:           https://twitter.com/julietgreenwood


The White Camellia

1909. Cornwall.

Her family ruined, Bea is forced to leave Tressillion House, and self-made businesswoman Sybil moves in.

Owning Tressillion is Sybil’s triumph — but now what? As the house casts its spell over her, as she starts to make friends in the village despite herself, will Sybil be able to build a new life here, or will hatred always rule her heart?

Bea finds herself in London, responsible for her mother and sister’s security. Her only hope
is to marry Jonathon, the new heir. Desperate for options, she stumbles into the White Camellia tearoom, a gathering place for the growing suffrage movement. For Bea it’s life-changing, can she pursue her ambition if it will heap further scandal on the family? Will she risk arrest or worse?

When those very dangers send Bea and her White Camellia friends back to Cornwall, the two women must finally confront each other and Tressillion’s long buried secrets.




All photos copyright: Juliet Greenwood