Friday, 17 May 2013

If I wasn't doing this....

I let the cat out of the bag last year when I told people I know and replied to people I met that I was a writer with a published book. It was weird but funny to see how people dealt with it. Here's the reaction I received and I found a nod and a smile helped: -

"I can't believe it! But, you were always so good with words."
My thoughts: "Then you didn't really know me."

"Oh! Have you written anything good? I loved 50 Shades and read all the Harry Potter."
My thoughts: "My definition of good is obviously different from yours."
Then, without giving me chance to reply they went on to say:
"50 Shades was great but badly written and well, HP was so easy to read."
My thoughts: "Sex and magic - sums up most people and I suppose I'm not that different, I loved Harold Robbins books and Lord of the Rings, but then again, that was when I was a teen."

"Well, I suppose if that's what you want to do but it wouldn't do for me, I prefer to work."
My thoughts: "Someone hold me back!"

"Oh!" followed by a sideways glance and then a complete loss of words.

These are just a few of the reactions and it was remarkable how whenever I did try to reply to some people I was quickly interrupted by: "Well I..." or "But..."
Not one person asked: "So how did you do it?"

I don't know what I was expecting but even weirder was weeks later when a complete stranger came up to me in the street and said: "Oh its you!" and then stared me directly in the face before walking away with a puzzled expression. Later, I realised they had seen my photo somewhere and hadn't recognised me but thought they must have met me in the past.

More amusing was hearing people whisper behind me while I was in the queue at Sainsburys: "That's her! You know, the one who writes."
My thoughts: "I know, its a terrible sin but you can always put a bell around my neck and send me into the streets as unclean!"

And so, if I wasn't doing this then I would still be slogging away at my old career and wishing I had of done something more fulfilling....



Friday, 10 May 2013

Part Two of My Interview by Tim Flanagan

Part two of my interview by Tim Flanagan, Sci-Fi/Fantasy YA author is now posted on his blog. The link will take you to it.

I've often thought that my book Temptation would only appeal to over 18s but I'm surprised to hear that younger people are reading it too.


Part 2 of Interview with Denise Greenwood, Novelist

Tuesday, 7 May 2013

Interview by Tim Flanagan, Sci-Fi & Fantasy YA Author

I was interviewed by Tim Flanagan who is an author of The Moon Stealer series (Sci-Fi, Fantasy YA).

Tim has now posted it on his blog and it will be in two segments, the first may be read by following the link.

Interview with Denise Greenwood


Thursday, 2 May 2013

Hearing Rainbows

People who have synaesthesia can do extraordinary things: see colors in numbers, see colors and hear music or taste words when they read or write. Notable people are Franz Liszt, Marilyn Monroe, Duke Ellington and Stevie Wonder to name but a few.

Scientists say it's due to their brains being cross-wired and sometimes after a stroke people experience it. They now consider that this may be beneficial in creating out-of-the box ideas and find it is more common in poets, artists and novelists.

A smell can evoke a memory; when I smell brandy snaps at Xmas I think of the first time I smelt death and how sickly sweet it was, almost like concentrated burnt sugar. Then, there's that elusive 6th sense, so often alluded to whenever you are alerted to danger or something doesn't seem quite right with your world.

When writing, I try to think of how all the senses come into play, useful recently when I wrote a murder scene and added a description of an unusual smell which had prompted the murderer to relive a memory.

If you had to assign one colour, smell or other sense to the people you know then what would they be and by consciously doing this, does it change your perspective of them?

I took the photo below last autumn while sitting in a hotel lobby. My son tapped me on the shoulder and then suddenly donned the mask he had just bought and he made me jump. But, as I looked into his eyes through the mask, my perception of him changed. He was no longer the teasing young boy who couldn't sit still for more than 5 minutes, he had an air of confidence and intrigue.