Fiona Walker

At last, an uninterrupted hour to update my website! Writing one book a year certainly isn’t for the idle, particularly if those books come in at two hundred thousand words of romping, big cast action. Add in running a second business from home and raising a young family, and it’s starting to occur to me why I don’t get out as often as I used to, or update my blog as much as I’d like. My To Do list is now almost as long as one of my first drafts, and when my agent enthusiastically encouraged me to ‘set time aside for Twitter and Facebook this year’, I laughed slightly maniacally and pencilled it in for the 5am diary slot. The poor dog, very low down the list, has taken to lying on top of my feet to remind me that she exists and would love a walk. Unfortunately this tends to mean that when I do stand up, my feet have gone to sleep and I’m incapable of crossing the carpet let alone several stubble fields. Perhaps she should try tweeting me instead?

At this time of year, I really miss the lengthy daylight hours of summer, but winter is traditionally my most productive writing season, and this is no exception. From November to the beginning of New Year has been a creative juggle, swapping between setting out my next book, going through the copy edit and later galley proofs of The Love Letter and writing a ten thousand word short story which will come out as an e-book exclusive in March, a month before The Love Letter publication. It’s entitled Sealed with a Kiss and is an exciting new development in marketing books, a ‘trailer’ to lead up to the main novel. I’ve written many short stories and it’s a format I love. This involves characters from the book itself, in a completely self contained mini plot. It was great fun to tackle, and I’ll post a download link on here as soon as I have details.

From now on, it’s back to my latest novel with gusto as a part of the ten week siege my family have grown accustomed to, traditionally taking up most of January, February and March, when I spend almost every waking hour in my office living and breathing my imaginary world, only revisiting ‘real life’ in small, bad-tempered doses (after falling over the dog) and occasionally enjoying a cheery weekend off. I would love to be a bit more organised and balanced about it, but this is the only way I know how to do it, and I’m absolutely dying to get back to all my new characters and their plot twists. This will therefore have to be a very brief blog update before my self-imposed exile. I can however promise to be blogging away merrily from April when the Love Letter publication date approaches and I’ll get a short burst of liberation to promote that and research new ideas. Publication date is 26^th April and a sneak preview should be appearing on this site very shortly along with a first glimpse of the all-new book jacket look. Watch this space.

Finally, I must again thank all of you who visit this site and send messages through the contact page, or leave comments here on the blog. It’s wonderful to get so much feedback and to know what readers think about my work. My replies to messages tend to be sent in lovingly-written if badly-spelled doses between writing marathons, so if you don’t hear back straight away, rest assured I’m on the case. I also really enjoy reading all the blog comments left here, although my technological prowess was until recently limited to working the kettle and I’ve yet to fathom how to reply and post your comments online for others to read, but bear with me and I will work it out eventually. When my wizard-like ‘moderator’ passed over mastery of this site to his confused apprentice (me), I knew I was wholly unqualified to take on that role. There’s never been anything moderate about me for a start, and by the time I learned to program the video recorder, VHS had become obsolete. Thank heaven for books and the total escapism they provide to both writers and readers. For now, I am switching off the phones, closing the door and hoping to write almost non-stop through coming weeks until my random 5am tweets are accompanied by a spring dawn chorus not frosty winter night fox barks. At least I know the dog will keep my feet warm…

There’s great excitement in the Walker household because we’ve been invited to the Horse of the Year Show VIP gala evening on Sunday 9^th Oct, before which I’ll be signing copies of Kiss and Tell in the retail village at the Equestrian Bookfair stand (010A) at 5pm. If you’re going to be at the show that day, please stop by and say hello. I’ll be dressed up to the nines, although I should hastily point out that’s far from normal. The evening is black tie which threw us into a panic because, whilst I’ll can sport the one party frock that still fits me, Sam doesn’t possess a dinner suit and we’ve left it too late to hire one. Several begging phone calls later and my old local amateur theatre group have kindly opened their costume store to dig out a range of suitable satin-piped finery. These won’t be with us until just before we set off, so Sam’s now convinced that he’ll be striding into the NEC with massive flares flapping six inches above his socks and a jacket with collars wider than a Boeing’s wingspan.

My writing wardrobe is a far cry from the marabou-trimmed sequin glamour I once imagined lady novelists selected as day wear. Most often, I’m found in riding gear, particularly when I’m in the early stages of a book and still imagine I can get away with a pastime outside marathon writing sessions. This is alternated with school-run casuals in a vague attempt to look less like a horsy bag lady and more like a Boden-tastic yummy mummy at pick up time. As the book I’m working on progresses, all pretentions of elegance get jettisoned in favour of comfort and superstition, particularly in the end stages when writing all night is the norm. I used to have an ancient denim shirt that I always wore for the last few chapters of the book; I saw this threadbare coffee-stained rag as an artist’s smock meets magician’s cape, the fact that I actually looked like Bruce Springsteen’s butch drag-queen twin quite escaping my attention. When this finally fell apart, I adopted a lucky jumper which my family kindly tell me makes them think of a dead sheep. Matched with odd socks, uncombed hair and specs in place of contact lenses to enable my eyes to stay open for eighteen hour stretches at the computer, and the result is frightful. Typically, I reach this stage of the book just as another is published and needs promoting, so this swamp monster has to have an extreme make-over to go on show. In the days immediately leading up to shooting the promo video for Kiss and Tell (as seen this website), I was writing The Love Letter around the clock in the dead sheep jumper.

Thankfully that’s not yet the case as we head for HOYS, although I have been beavering away excitedly at the plot for the new book all week, and simply can wait until I really start to bring the characters to life, that magical moment in any writer’s working life when a group of imaginary friends suddenly feel real. I always know that’s happened when I can be reduced to tears of laughter talking about scenes that I would love to write them into, but in which they would be entirely out of context (my editor and I are both guilty of weeping with glee over something I threatened to do to Lough in Kiss and Tell). Once I know the characters inside-out, it’s deliciously uplifting to make fun of them; it makes them more real somehow, and stops me taking myself of the book to seriously. Right now, I’m at the shy stage where I’m still making introductions and trying to find out what they have in common, like an over-eager hostess at a party. Give me another month or two and I’ll be mentally putting them in mankinis and leotards and making them play pass-the-orange-between-your-knees.

Another focus this week has been book jackets. Sphere have now shown me the new visual approach for The Love Letter which has led to a few lively conversations as we seek the perfect ‘Fiona Walker’ look, summing up warmth, humour, romance and fast-galloping plots. Like most authors, I have a mental picture of the cover I would love, which undoubtedly goes against all the flow charts and market research demographics that the publishing industry has at its disposal of how popular women’s fiction should be packaged. One really has to take all those statistics on board, particularly in the current climate, so I’m well aware that I’m a small part of a large team who creates the finished ‘look’. However, it would be fascinating to know what readers who like my work would envisage on the book jackets if you had carte blanche? This could be something entirely original, or a look that another author already has. And which of my covers do you like/dislike most? Please do drop me a line or leave a comment if you have time. I promise to post our findings in a forthcoming blog, and to pass on any winning ideas to the dynamic Little Brown creative team.

Welcome to my brand new website! It’s like walking back into a shop that’s been made over by Mary Portas; I don’t know where to find anything anymore, it’s so glossy and slick. Being me, I want to scuff it up a bit and create a comforting mess, but that’s what this Blog is for. I hope to keep this page updated regularly, which my clever webmaster assures me that even a Luddite like me can do.

While my site has been offline for its reinvention, I’ve been busy editing. My next novel is now almost ready to go into proofreading stage. It has a new title, The Love Letter, which I think is gorgeous and sums up so many themes in a book about reading between the lines in life and romance. It also reminds me of all the times I’ve poured my heart out on paper at moments of high romance and drama in my life, yet never posted the results (probably because it would have to be sent freight due to the fact I write so much, along with illustrations and even chocolates Sellotaped to the page as I recall). How differently might life have worked out had my loving outpourings actually been delivered to the object of my affection after all? And in the case of my heroine, Allegra, some things are definitely best not taken as read.

The Love Letter is also going to get a new jacket look, which I’m eagerly waiting to see. I always find it a very strange process as a writer, taking so long to create a fictional world that comes to life in one’s imagination, and then handing over the responsibility for naming and illustrating it. The jacket has such influence over whether people buy the book. I was immensely lucky with my first few novels that I had a ‘look’ which was very unique. More recent jackets have toyed with new images, from the cartoony to the glitzy, and I hope the publishers will be able to find a look that stands out for me again. As a wise agent once told me, ‘you are responsible for what’s on the inside, not the outside – the jacket is just one page of five hundred’. I am consequently running backwards and forwards through the plot making sure everything’s as tight as can be, all loose threads tucked in, the characters fully formed, the jokes punchy and the twists fast and furious.

A big thank you to all visitors to my website who take the time to write to me and let me know what you think of my books. Apologies if I’m slow replying; I have no email program on my ‘writing’ computer (one if many cunning tactics I have had to employ to try to stop myself seeking distractions), so I have to set time aside for replying to lots of emails at once, and that time often gets used up by a crisis, although I always get there eventually. Kiss and Tell has received some fabulous feedback on here and via Amazon and other sites, which is immensely cheering in such a difficult market. It’s also absolutely romped along as an eBook, which is great to know. Please do post something up about it if you can, especially in the equestrian world where I long spread the word that ‘grown up pony books’ do exist!

Life is Worcestershire remains lovely, with the children growing apace – Dora starts school next week, Winnie’s following fast behind and both are bursting through shoe and clothes sizes faster than the Incredible Hulk in a grump. Sam is teaching dressage morning noon and night in the ‘back garden’. The horses are a great joy to us all, and I’m plotting how to get lots into my next book, which I’ll start next month. I particularly long to write in some Spanish horses inspired by our Iberians here; they have such fabulous characters – all that Mediterranean heat and passion, and so much heart. As for heroes, I have an idea for an adventurer this time, all dusty walking boots, backpack and leather bushman’s hat with testosterone and charm in abundance. In fact, dreaming of him is keeping me going as I finish crossing ts and dotting is with the final The Love Letter edit, so whilst it will be hard to let go of the two gorgeous men inside those written pages, I know there’s compensation waiting. I’ll miss my heroine, Allegra, most of all. She’s such fun and she feels like a firm friend now, but of course I’m really looking forward to readers getting to know her.