As a child, I possessed an
unconventional and odious personality, matched only by my need to read and
write. The problem was my education, which was hideous. Diagnosed with
dyslexia, as a young adult, I wrote a novel; a rambling, self-indulgent and
humiliating quarter of a million words.
With no guidance, I continued to
embarrass myself, completely mystified as to why agents and publishers did not
wish to take on my undoubted masterpieces. Eventually, I understood it was my
lack of self-consciousness that was my problem.
Stepping off my hedonistic high tower that
prevented me from becoming that which I believed I ought to be was depressing
yet illuminating. My feet only touched the ground when I was in my fifties,
arriving at the conclusion that either I could write for myself or I could
write for the pleasure of other people. That
is, if I wished to earn a living from this writing malarkey.
Write what we know is common advice.
However, it is more important to write as readers expect. Having little formal
education, I wrote as I spoke, and that is not what publishers wish to read. If
they want that, they can visit a pub and listen to people chat over a pint.
My task was to learn how novels with
a proven history, the classics, were written. I choose authors whose works
appeared in the top one hundred lists of the last century, and devoured them. I
learned spelling, grammar and how to write. Not in the same voice as those
whose work I admired, but at least with the same syntax and morphology. That
was my first lesson.
Agents and publishers were still not
buying my drafts though. What to do? I consider myself a little different. (Have
a look at my web page!) It follows then that my writing is a manifestation of
my experiences. And, I have written some strange novels. However...is that what
the majority of the population want to read? I concluded, they did not.
There are not too many people who
want to read about a peasant-devouring being called, Madgododa who comes from
the starship, Plodgel and who possesses a magic shield called, Tersacal. I
cannot identify with that.
I only began to sell in large
numbers when I ceased to write what was a reflection of myself, and began
writing what readers wished to read. You want to sell plenty of books? Then
watch prime-time television. Those are the sort of stories the majority wants
to enjoy. Producers have been in business for a long time, and they know what
sells.
My life changed when I began a
series concerning how a woman from the East End of London took her family
through World War Two. Riding on that success, readers began to enjoy my other
books. I am still unconventional, we must all possess a singular voice, but I
have learned to play the game.
Molly Cutpurse
Refreshingly honest. A tart taste of truth.
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