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A Piece of Advice

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What is the best piece of writing advice you have ever heard?

I’ll tell you mine first.

It was during my MA course, it was something MJ Hyland said, and strictly speaking it wasn’t advice but a question. I wrote a story about a boy falling in love with a robot maid. MJ Hyland asked me this: Does it need to be a robot?

Now, at first glance the question seemed silly; of course it needed to be a robot, the story was about a boy falling in love with a robot. But was it? And did it? The question I was really being asked was why did it need to be a robot – or rather, if it wasn’t a robot how would the story be any different? I went away and I thought about more than the question. I thought about my writing. I applied the question (or more accurately a variation of the question) to every thing I have written. I realised that despite a large proportion of readers demanding stories be realistic, I couldn’t work to that framework. I expect my readers to expect anything, to realise that all fictions are fairy tales, not just the stories with dragons in, and to be prize imagination above verisimilitude. I realised that it needed to be a robot because I write about reality by twisting it until it snaps. I realised that the tradition I want to work within is not Jane Austen, Henry James, Ernest Hemingway, Raymond Carver but Nathaniel Hawthorne, Lewis Carroll, Shirley Jackson, Stan Lee. Some of my work stood up to the question: The Bay for example is a ghost story with a very real ghost, I didn’t want a reader thinking, for a second, that the ghost might be imagined by the narrator. Other stories did not: The story about a boy and his robot maid is no more.

The question why am I writing what I am writing? is not one we ask ourselves enough. Why am I writing? sure, What am I writing? perhaps too much, but Why am I writing what I am writing? almost never. We write for a reader, and that reader should be a variation of ourselves. (Usually. If you are writing to just make money, your audience should be the people who buy Closer magazine. Ask EL James.) Of all the tutors at the Centre for New Writing, MJ Hyland is undoubtedly the one whose work is least like my own. The ‘rules’ of writing we choose to break are very different ones. But however different our writing styles, it was her question that had the biggest effect on my writing improving over the course of the MA.

So my piece of advice, via MJ Hyland, is this: Does it need to be a robot*?

*you will probably have to replace the word robot with whatever you are writing about**

**but you’ve probably worked that out for yourself***

***unless you are writing about robots****

****in which case carry on*****

*****by which I mean carry on asking yourself does it need to be a robot, not carry on writing******

******unless it does need to be a robot*******

*******in which case carry on writing.

Do we need a National Flash Fiction Day?

I should start by saying I’m not going to argue that we don’t, or that we do. (OK, I might argue a bit, but mostly with myself). I’m writing this as a reaction to the fact the National Flash Fiction Day failed to get Arts Council funding and (perhaps more interestingly) to reach its target of £2000 via a crowd-funding website. I’m sure that it will still take place in some form this year (and it may well still receive some funding from the Arts Council if the rejection is appealed) but now is as good a time as any to look at what it is, what it should be, and what purpose it serves.

I don’t know why the National Flash Fiction Day did not receive Arts Council funding this year but, in a time when the Arts Council is working with a smaller and smaller budget every year, I wasn’t appalled by the decision. It is important that the Arts Council help as many expensive projects and organisations as possible through the economic downturn. If a project such as National Flash Fiction Day cannot fund it itself for a year, if it has be less ambitious or even not take place for a year, there is nothing to stop it starting again twelve months later. Once buildings are lost they are lost. (This, as an aside, is why closing libraries is always an ideological and never an economic decision – it is always cheaper to keep a library open in some form than to close it and build a new one later – nobody who closes a library has any intention of building a replacement, whatever they might tell you. Sorry, getting off track). All I wanted to say in this paragraph is that the Arts Council’s decision was almost certainly more about what projects they felt most needed the money than an artistic decision on whether a National Flash Fiction day is a worthwhile endeavour.

It is hard to argue the same thing about crowd-funding. The push to raise money was aimed predominately at those of us who write very short fiction. Most of us didn’t donate. I didn’t donate. I suppose I should say why.

The money raised was to pay for a new website and to fund a second anthology. National Flash Fiction Day is on its second website in a little over twelve months. Honestly, I preferred the first one. I don’t want to upset whoever created the present one, but it has a ‘Keep Calm and Write Flash’ logo on it. I don’t know a writer who doesn’t want to gouge out their own eyes whenever they see another ‘hilarious’ variation on Keep Calm and Carry On. It has no place on a serious literary website. That makes me a snob, I know, I’m sorry. The current website also proudly advertises the fact that it has Arts Council funding, which presently it doesn’t. I’m sure this is an oversight, but it looks bad. For me a writing website should look better than my blog, which is a free, off-the-shelf, WordPress theme. Look, for example, at Kirsty Logan’s website, which is a thing of beauty, and then compare it to the National Flash Fiction Day site. So, yes, I want a new website, but I want to know who is designing it before I offer to help pay for it.

I know I run the risk of sounding cruel by writing this article, I don’t want to upset anyone, I am playing devil’s advocate, please bear with me.

Jawbreakers, last year’s National Flash Fiction Day anthology was a great collection. I would like to see another book this year. But not paid for by crowd-funding. If the people who hope to be in an anthology also finance it how does that differ from vanity publishing? Presumably because some won’t make the final anthology? Is that a strong enough difference? Put bluntly, if the first anthology didn’t make a large enough profit to fund at least a first print run of a  second anthology, should there be a second anthology? Put more bluntly, what is the purpose of the anthology? If it is a memento of the day, a souvenir, then print it more cheaply or even give it away free as a pdf or on a website. If it is a statement on behalf of the form, then it should be modelled on Salt’s excellent Best British Short Stories series, edited by Nicholas Royle. If you can’t get someone like Salt to publish it, don’t publish it as a book.

Manchester has a thriving literary scene. Bad Language, First Draft, Magic Animals, Tales of Whatever, #flashtag, Stirred, Shangri La!, and about a milion billion other nights/groups/collectives. They all have one thing in common – great people who are prepared to put the effort in to run events for as close to nothing as humanly possible. That is the spirit that National Flash Fiction Day should, and in part does, embrace. The anthology is a distraction. The day should be about events and participation, and about telling people about flash fiction…

And here in lies the second problem; what is Flash Fiction? What are we promoting?

Personally, I hate the term Flash Fiction. It implies something that is instant, and therefore disposable; something that is written in one sitting and not edited. I don’t set out to write a story to a certain length. I write a story to the length I think it needs. I like brevity, I like writing (and reading) stories that are very short, but not all stories are short. More importantly, however short a story is, it must be edited. As Raymond Carver said, “for the details to be concrete and convey meaning, the language must be accurate and precisely given.” Very short stories are little more than details, they are lives revealed through glimpses, and they must exist outside of themselves, live on beyond the text. They might have a beginning, a middle, and an end, but one, or even two of these things might not actually be on the page. The writer of any kind of fiction knows that the reader will write part of the story. The shorter the fiction, the less you can tell the reader.

It will be easier to explain if I give an example. This is my story, 17 Word Story About Sting.

“When they drag the lake they find two corpses. Neither of them are Sting. The search continues.”

OK, so it is quite a silly story, but that doesn’t mean we can’t look at it seriously. It consists of three sentences, which you could argue represent the beginning, middle, and end of the story. But actually they are all middle. The beginning and the end of the story exist in the reader’s imagination. If a reader finds the story funny it is precisely because the beginning and end are missing. The story has been through an editing process, moved around until each line is a joke that plays on the previous joke. A very short story, like a very short poem, needs as much effort and editing as a longer one.

But if I don’t like the idea of ‘Flash’ fiction, if I see no real difference (or at least no clear divide) between short stories and very short stories, then how can I argue that we need a National Flash Fiction Day? When I started this article I genuinely thought I could, but I’m not sure I can. I think that if we try to make the shortest of stories into a thing separate from other short stories we risk cheapening them instead of celebrating them. Too much of what is labelled as Flash Fiction is actually anecdote, or draft, or-

Or maybe I’m being a big grumpy. If National Flash Fiction Day gets people writing and reading then, surely, it is officially a ‘good thing’. Very short fiction is certainly not a new thing (Aesop anyone?) but the internet is making it an increasingly popular way of producing and consuming fiction. Perhaps we do need a National Flash Fiction Day after all.

I don’t know really.

Let’s do comments…

Re-Make/Re-Model

rrRoger Raveel’s painting, Mensenpaar, shows a blanked out figure of a woman holding hands with a fully realised male. The woman looks at the man. The man only looks forward.

The woman is flash fiction, the man is the short story. The woman is the short story, the man is the novel. The woman is the author, the man is the text. The woman is the text, the man is the reader. The woman is me, the man is the literary world. The woman is the literary world, the man is the media.

My metaphor is slightly muddled by the two figures respective genders. Can we, for the sake of simplicity, ignore they are a man and a woman and concentrate on the ghostly and the complete; on being close to and yet invisible; on the difference between existence and acceptance…

All but the most self-confident of us feel uncertain, unready, and unseen, sometimes, when faced with the larger literary sphere. We all have Twitter feeds that seem full of other writers announcing they have got an agent, or a book deal, or a story published, or have won a competition, and it all moves so swiftly that we feel left behind, sometimes; until it is our time to make an announcement and somebody else’s turn to feel invisible.

And this neurosis is, I think, healthy for a writer. If we don’t constantly question the quality of our work how can it improve? If we do not actively despise 80% of everything we have written, are we trying hard enough to do something different. If we are not trying to do something different, what are we trying to do? And why?

By different I don’t mean experimental but original. What makes our work unique. What makes our voice unique. Getting the grammar right is easy, finding a voice takes time.

I lost interest in Who the Fudge is Benjamin Judge? when I stopped asking myself that question, about six months ago. The piece of writing that I produced for my MA dissertation gave me the answer I was looking for. The only questions now are, whether I can finish the novel that it was the start of, and what short stories I can produce now I kind of know what I’m trying to do with language and with narrative. Which sounds incredibly self-congratulatory, until you remember the answers to those questions could very well be ‘no’ and ‘none’.

me and memsAnd there is another question: was Cyril Connolly correct when he said that “There is no more sombre enemy of good art than the pram in the hall”? That little bundle of joy (mostly joy, except when she is hungry, or tired, or needs her nappy changing, or needs to be put in a car seat, or is hot, or is cold, then she has been known to cry, but it’s usually nothing a couple of verses of Legs, Arms, Tummy Tummy Tum can’t fix) has a pram in our hall (technically kitchen, our house is to small for an actual hallway). When Jo goes back to work, will I ever write another thing? Probably. Possibly. Maybe.

gardenAnd then there is the garden, which is, and let’s not mince our words, a fucking mess. That red bit is a sledge, and the stuff on it was put there to move to the garden waste bin, but I didn’t get round to that, so it has become an extension of the ‘lawn’. Soon the sledge will be swallowed up, a sad, crap, plastic, Piltdown man of a thing, all under-the-soil-y. Unless I get off my arse, stop watching American tv series where someone not directly employed by a law enforcement agency solves crimes, and get the spade and the seeds out. Which might happen.

And I want to get back into cooking, and I haven’t done a reading for a while, and I have an actual day job to fit in somewhere…

New chapter, new blog, The Complete Everything.

Hello again.

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