Contribution to Liz Hurst's Blog What fun.
* Which came first, a love of
writing, or a love of animals?
Animals came before writing, but not
before acting. Let me explain. My first cat adopted me just before I went to Drama
College in London. I had a hairdressing
salon in Rugby and the girls who worked for me insisted I took in a scruffy
little stray. I said no, but by the time
the girls had fed him for a couple of weeks, they had fallen in love with him
and he had taken over my flat. Toby
Two-Shoes ended up living with my parents at the pub I grew up in, when I went
off to London in 1974.
Summer is the best time for man and fish, except when you lose one. I was heartbroken when I returned from Swanwick in August 2012 and found a beautiful red, silver and black, Shubunkin and two red goldfish were missing. My neighbours saw a bird of prey in my garden and I guess it took them. However, the good news is, last year I saw two tiny baby ‘black’ goldfish. I can’t wait to see how much they have grown, if they survived the winter, which I’m sure they did.
Susie Kit-Kat adopted me when I was
an actress living in London
My second cat, Susie Kit-Kat, was
fifteen when she came to live with me. I
was an out-of-work actress and she had been orphaned when her mum of ninety-three
died. The lady was famous in South
London after a court appearance for not paying her TV license. She told the magistrates that she had enough
money to pay the TV license, or feed her cats, but not both. She chose to feed her cats. Susie travelled with me to several repertory
theatres. She wasn’t much help when I
was leaning lines though, she used to fall asleep.
* Describe your pets.
My first cat, Toby, was jet black
with white front paws – hence the name Toby Two-shoes. Susie was a tabby, very soft and very pretty
with big eyes. Her lips were
strange. Most of the time she looked as
if she was smiling. A regular feline
visitor to my garden is, Blanca. She
disturbs my writing so much… She stalks
the fish in my pond, so I run out and shoo her off. She is pure white with piercing blue eyes –
and she is very cheeky. She knows I
would never hurt her, so she sits and stares me out. Only when she
decides to leave, does she slink off.
Blanca, hiding in my wildflower garden under the apple trees
* Take me through your writing day.
My day starts early. I wake as soon as it is light, which is not so
bad in the winter but in the summer, it can be too early. However, it is as I’m waking up that I have my
best ideas. I have to write them down
immediately. Like dreams, they are very
real at the time, but they quickly go out of your mind once you’re awake.
Sometimes I'm bombarded with ideas for my next book before I’ve finished
writing the current one. I was line
editing my second novel, Applause, for twelve hours a day. Stupid I know, sitting at the computer for that
long is bad for your legs. However, two
nights running I was kept awake by the plot of China Blue, the third book in
the Dudley sisters saga, which I haven’t
started writing yet.
Editing Foxden Acres I had Applause wake me up. Editing Applause I had China Blue wake me up.
In the spring and summer, I make a
cup of tea and switch on the computer.
While it warms up, I take my tea and walk round the garden. I fill the birdbaths from the water butt, put
down seeds for the birds and look at the fish.
One my garden creatures are happy I go back to the computer and, with a second
cup of tea, check my emails, Facebook and Tweets, before opening my writing
file. Once I start writing it’s a cup of
tea and a chat to the fish and frogs every couple of hours.
* How do your pets help or hinder the
writing process, and/or inspire you?
That is a good question. They hinder and inspire in equal measure. I was prone to being stressed, but my pets
calm me. Fish and frogs are fascinating
to watch, which is relaxing. On the
other hand, if the weather is good, I am in and out of the garden all day, which
is a hindrance. In the summer, I eat my
lunch outside so I can watch them. By
then the frogs are used to my voice and will sit and watch me as I am watching
them.
Frog sunbathing on a lily pad
The fish too are used to my shape and
come for food. But my favourite time is
the end of my writing day. Around six
o’clock I sit and relax by the pond with a dish of olives and a glass of
wine. Perfect.
Shubunkin, goldfish, yellow and black tench.
Summer is the best time for man and fish, except when you lose one. I was heartbroken when I returned from Swanwick in August 2012 and found a beautiful red, silver and black, Shubunkin and two red goldfish were missing. My neighbours saw a bird of prey in my garden and I guess it took them. However, the good news is, last year I saw two tiny baby ‘black’ goldfish. I can’t wait to see how much they have grown, if they survived the winter, which I’m sure they did.
In the winter, my workstation faces
the garden and I spend far too much time gazing out the window at the birds. I hang suet balls, seed, and nut feeders in
the trees for the tits and sparrows, throw seeds on the steps for the ground eaters
like Robins and other small birds, and put currents and apples out for the
blackbirds. Two beautiful little doves
visit every day and what they don’t eat the pigeons see off. I love my garden, my birds and my fish and
frogs. I never tire of watching them –
and I never tire of writing.
Popping in and out several times, a day is good for a writer. I spent far too many hours at the computer
without taking a break, while I edited Foxden Acres and then Applause, and had
extremely painful legs as a consequence.
Writers need to get up every hour or so and move about.
Thanks Liz. I enjoyed answering your questions. I love my pets, but I didn’t realise how
important they were to me as a writer. I’m
off now to make a cup of tea and have a walk round the garden before I settle
down for the afternoon to write.
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