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Showing posts with label Ba-kaaka Nostra. Show all posts
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Sunday, March 8, 2009

Furious Scribbling... Angela and Bo

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Scribble, scribble, scribble, tap-tap, tappity-tappity, tap.

Yes, things are a little goal directed around here at the moment, but the good news is that the writing is going blisteringly well.

See, here’s the thing, towards the end of last year, I bit the bullet, trashed my piggy bank and sent my YA paranormal manuscript (MS) to a well-known writing agency in London to get an in-depth manuscript review. They came back with 18 pages of what didn’t work. Aaaargh! It was gutting, especially since so many of my writing and critique partners had said they really liked the story pretty much as it was. It took me a while to get over the filleting and to get my head around what the agency was saying without getting into a lather about it. I took their advice and just let the report and MS be until I felt ready to start working on the MS again. And now I am ready and boy how ready.

I’ve started the rewrite from scratch – in other words, although I have the original draft at my side, the writing has all begun again – which means that amongst other things, I’ve so far cut out more than half of what I originally had and I’m sure much more will go.

I think this is one of the most difficult things for writers, especially new writers – taking a hatchet to your work. It’s far easier just to tweak and twiddle than be really aggressive about it. Of course, those who know all say “don’t be afraid to take a knife to your work” but it’s easier said than done, after all, these words, the story they produce are your babies. Hours and months of writing went into creating them and now here you go shredding them.

The upside though is that what I now have is vastly improved – the story is tighter, the pacing is better, the whole thing more dynamic. My main character’s voice has changed, she’s become less introspective and thereby I do less “telling” and a lot more “showing” which keeps the story more vivid.

So the upshot is that while I was in a complete state about the writing agency’s report when I first received it, I can now see, despite my mutterings at the time, how spot on it actually was.

I should add, I’ve also had a fine time doing mountains of research, which I’ve just loved.



In other news – an update on Angela.

Her interview with my friend Tania – whose Dreamworker website is now up – went really well and they were delighted with each other. Angela worked her last day for me this past Wednesday and once she’s had her baby and is ready to work again, Tania will help her find a job that takes her well away from the clutches of “Mistress Pecksniff”. On that score, both Angela and I have the sneaky suspicion that Pecksniff’s business is in dire trouble. For one, staff members are leaving in droves as reality hits home. For another, clients are also leaving. In addition, Pecksniff has been unable to pay her staff, and has had to get her mother, who started and runs the Johannesburg branch, to come to CT to bail her out – including paying the staff. Perhaps it’s a case of what goes around comes around.

As someone once said to me, all you need is a tiny light to chase away the darkness.



And as for all things guinea fowl… Ms Bo is thriving and growing and has reached the stage where she’s looking decidedly vulturine – she’s lost her face and neck feathers, she’s growing her comb and wattles and her face is starting to turn blue. She’s still undersized but that’s just the way she is – she’ll probably never be as big as a normal guinea fowl, but she should get to at least three-quarter size. We’re still hoping that when she’s big enough not to be at too much risk from the local predators that we’ll be able to release her into the care of the Ba-Kaaka Nostra who visit her daily.

Ba-kaaka Nostra, on patrol...

Right, now back to the rewrite!

Saturday, December 27, 2008

The Guinea Fowl Chronicles: Bo's Christmas Present and The Ba-Kaaka Nostra...

According the avian vet, Bo needed a friend.
“See if you can find another abandoned guinea chick,” she said, “or else a bantam chick.”
So this is what Bo got for Christmas…

Silky Bantam


A silky pekin bantam chick.
Cute, isn’t it. And so tame and docile and with the loveliest voice. (And it loves cuddling – with humans.)
The trouble was, the exercise was not what one could call a success.
First of all we put Chick in Bo’s sleeping cage, next to Bo’s outside cage. At first Bo was fascinated and did her best to break through bars to meet and greet Chick. Cool, we thought, this is going to be a clucking success.
So we popped Chick in Bo’s cage. There were a few wary moments. Chick in one half of the cage, Bo in the other. Then the wariness gave way to curiousity. And then it moved to “not having any of this”. At which point we had Bo on one side of the cage, Chick on the other. Back to back, ready, it looked, for the duel. We decided to leave them to it.
Chick, who is a very confident little bird, just got on with things. It stalked around the cage, ate Bo’s food, deposited several hearty calling cards and scratched in her soil and seed tray until it uprooted most of the seedlings.
Bo meanwhile turned neurotic. She scurried up and down her cage. She hopped onto several high places, hopped down, scurried some more until Chick decided enough was enough and started issuing some powerful pecks to Bo’s back. It should be mentioned that despite being the same age, despite the Pekin Bantam being a “small” sized chicken, Chick was still more than double Bo’s size.
Bo leapt onto her log and meeped. And peeped. And meeped some more. And within ten minutes the Ba-kaaka Nostra flew over the wall.
I have no idea what Bo said but it seemed like every guinea fowl in the immediate vicinity heard the call and arrived.
The Ba-kaaka Nostra were nothing short of awesome - a group of about nine guinea fowl, led by Stoppy Old Fart and The Duchess (an elderly matriarch with attitude). They were dark, hunched and intent - and it may have been my imagination but I swore they were wearing trench coats, fedoras, dark glasses and some of them were carrying violin cases under their wings.

The Ba-Kaaka Nostra... Y'can call me Sal G...

They flowed across the lawn like a tide of black oil. They sidled up to the cage and proceeded to inspect and offer comfort. They cast beady eyes on Chick. Chick just looked at them equally beadily and growled.

A beady-eyed Bantam...

They offered advice to Bo, who evidently ignored it all and just ran up and down like um, er, a headless chicken.
The Ba-kaaka Nostra moved off and watched. Chick stalked over to Bo and gave her several hearty pecks on the bum.
“Meep,” squeaked Bo.
The Ba-Kaaka Nostra, to a guinea fowl, rose up on their toes and flapped their wings.
It was time to intervene. Bo was removed from her outside cage and brought inside. Chick was left in the outside cage until we realised it was unseasonably cold and Chick, who is a dear little bird, wasn’t happy. So Bo’s outside cage came inside and Christmas Eve saw the family room filled with cages, birds and a lot of bird pooh. Yes, yuck indeed.
Chick spent Christmas day ambling about the backyard, which we’d enclosed. The Ba-kaaka Nostra and several entire guinea families spent the day on the lawn with Bo attempting to redress her neuroses. She wasn’t interested in talking to us and so we spent half the day, between Christmas lunch and present unwrapping, talking to and cuddling Chick.

Chick Cuddling

On Boxing Day Chick was returned to the World of Birds, the sanctuary from which we got her. We were sorry to see her go because she really was a total delight, who taught me that I have the makings of a Chicken Whisperer.

Chick gone goofy from cuddling...

With Chicken gone (and sorely missed), Bo’s neuroses has declined and we will just carry on muddling along. We’ll bear in mind, however, that we are being watched. Not just by Atyllah and Granny Were, but also by the inimitable and thoroughly intimidating Ba-kaaka-Nostra.

Y' lookin' at me?