Author, blogger and Chase Magazine book reviewer, Jackie Buxton, joins us today for Ten Questions. Jackie helped me years ago by assisting with my grammatical shortcomings on a short story I was submitting, so it's no surprise that she's helping out (far more needy) others with her latest story.
Jackanory or Ballamory?
Jackanory, I’m afraid, although I have lived through Ballamory with my
children, the youngest of which was a big fan. I remember having to screech the
car to a halt in a village in North Wales driving back from holiday once, because
the row of brightly painted terraced houses was: Ballamory. Photo time!
What’s your latest book about?
Submissions were invited on the theme of the ‘home’
and a wide range of stories were chosen for inclusion. Some are really poignant
so get your hankies out! My contribution, A Life with Additives, inspired by a tour of one of the few working
mills in Britain, was a bit
more frivolous. I was totally wedded to the owner’s dedication to the
art of producing ‘real’ flour, but when I bought a, admittedly, large bag and
little change came back from a tenner I couldn’t help being concerned for the
mill’s financial viability - who would
buy this flour on a regular basis? And that’s where my down-trodden character, Shelley,
and her disgruntled bread-making came from.
All proceeds from the book go to
Shelter, a no-frills charity which has been working tirelessly for homeless
people since 1966. The electronic version of Stories for Homes is available
here
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Stories-for-Homes-ebook/dp/B00E8767XU/
and the soft back is due to be released in the next few weeks.
Chips and cheese or chips and gravy?
Chips and gravy please! Or, better
still, chips and mushy peas – much to my children’s disgust.
Where do you write?
Hmmm. I like to mix it up a bit. I
spend most of my time in my beautifully refurbished study, nose stuck to the
screen - I’m still excited about my new Changing Room of a study even though
the mammoth operation took place over six months ago - but when I’m editing I start
off with a hard copy and take myself to different areas of the house and garden
where, hold on to your hats, this summer it has actually been TOO HOT to write.
I fervently believe that mixing it up helps you spot things you wouldn’t have found so easily if you hadn’t moved from the place where you
scribbled down that first draft. It’s like the exercise whre pple write lke ths
and you cn stll understand it – write in the same place and your brain sees
what it saw before. This is a very handy belief because it also allows me to
whisk myself off to one of about twenty coffee shops (if my loyalty cards are
anything to go by) at the mere whiff of a re-write, where I can happily sit for
hours aided by the odd cappuccino or two.
Dinner for Two or Breakfast at Tiffany’s?
I’m ashamed to say I’ve never read
Breakfast at Tiffany’s but Dinner for Two made me chortle, and I have a vague
recollection of shedding a tear, so I’ll happily plump for that.
Is your writing inspired in any way by
real events?
I think the honest answer to that
is that it always is. I’m not sure I have the wackiest imagination, I’d
struggle to write more than a paragraph of fantasy for example, but it does
feel as though life spins my mind into a constant spaghetti of plot lines. I struggle
to walk down the street without a, ‘What If?’ moment, noticing the way
someone’s walking, speaking loudly into their phone, dreaming…
My novel, Glass Houses, came to me in a
rush while I was working on a different story (now consigned to the bottom
drawer) during an Arvon residential writing course but really, it was a couple
of incidents prior to this which gave me the backdrop. When a charismatic lady
spoke of her forgiveness for her son's killers in the 7/7 London bombings, I
was struck by how much more powerful this was than the, nonetheless, very human
reaction of anger. I also remember noticing the complete devastation in the
face of the driver who caused several deaths in the Selby train crash, when he
fell asleep at the wheel. The press demonised him but I couldn’t help thinking
that this wasn't the face of a cold blooded killer, rather of someone who'd
made a dreadful mistake. He'd punish himself for the rest of his life - maybe
he didn't need us to do it too.
From
this came Glass Houses, the story of a woman whose life implodes after sending a fatal text from the M62. Pilloried by press and public, she is forced
to swap most of what she previously held dear for a life in the public
eye. Many find her breathtaking honesty
and humanity infectious but, unfortunately, not everybody approves.
What’s
your ideal writing chair – armed or armless?
Very dull
answer I’m afraid, after years of physio on every muscle, limb, joint, it
seems, in my body, (too much running but I’m addicted so resistance is futile) I
no longer have the luxury of curling up in a soft, enveloping arm chair and
scribbling in a notepad. These days I have to sit bolt upright, usually on my
orthopaedically approved studio chair which does have arms but I never use them.
Should I?
Physical
book or e-book?
PHYSICAL BOOK! I need to turn
the pages. I like to feel the cover, turn the book over to read the blurb. Most
of my reading I do in the bath. And I can’t get excited about introducing any
more screen time in my life. But, ahem, I understand other people feel
differently and sometimes wish that I did when I’m removing shoes (can you
imagine?) from my packing because my To Be Read pile is taking my suitcase over
the 15 kilo limit. But, even if ‘they’ reduce the maximum luggage limit to two
point five kilos, I can’t see this particular Luddite budging much before the
last printing press is removed from the western world.
Prisoner
Cell Block H or H from Steps?
Neither! I
struggle to watch television, my mind wanders too much and I’d choose a film
over a series any time (unless it’s Hussle, Homeland or Luther). And, like much
on TV, I couldn’t bear the acting in Prisoner Cell Block H. I am a harsh critic
I’m afraid. I remember my three sisters bedding down to watch Blake’s 7 on
Monday nights and being staggered that they could physically watch the stilted
acting - I can only have been about ten years old. Steps? I’m not great with
poor singing either – sorry!
Where
can we find you?
Ever seen the
advert for a well-known brand of, err, coke where the woman gives five different
methods for contact to her slightly uncomfortable new date? Well, here I go: I
blog at http://jackiebuxton.blogspot.com; my website is www.jackiebuxton.moonfruit.com; I dip in and out of Facebook
and love to tweet where I’m @jaxbees. Oh, and I’m also over at LinkedIn
I fear I’m losing you now…