Showing posts with label karen Hart. Show all posts
Showing posts with label karen Hart. Show all posts

Thursday, 6 November 2014

Karen Hart, Our New ARA for Members Services!

@KarenJKHart
It's wonderful to welcome Karen Hart to SCBWI volunteering and especially wonderful to tell you she is our newAssistant Regional Adviser with a special responsibility for members services. She'll be taking @SCBWI_BI in hand and looking at other ways to manage our PR and to generally support and increase membership - no mean task!



Karen is in fact already a SCBWI volunteer as she is one of W&P's  much valued contributors. She helped us celebrate Charlie's 50th birthday (that Charlie) plus she met Sally Gardner last week and delivered that wonderful interview with Sally on Monday.


About Karen...

After decades of writing news and facts about government, academia and charities, Karen plucked up the nerve to enter a short story contest. She won third prize, which is to blame for giving her the confidence to jump into the deep dark waters of fiction.

She's a volunteer with East London's Writeidea Festival and is delighted to be putting Young Adult writers on the programme for the first time this November, including some SCBWI-BI names.

Karen lives in Whitechapel with her husband, teenage daughter and two cats who tolerate their services, with only slightly affronted expressions. She spends a lot of time by the sea in Folkestone where she grew up, and makes frequent visits to Sweden to see some of her seven half-siblings: children of her birth father.

She's working on the second draft of her middle grade novel under the incisive and kindly eye of Bella Pearson from the Golden Egg Academy.

Karen says...

I met an agent recently. 'Join SCBWI,' she said. 'It's the single best thing you can do if you're serious about writing.

Although I'm still a new member, I've been bowled over by the sheer amount of opportunities that open up. It's been a delight to meet people I've been in touch with on social media.

I was nervous about going to my first Conference last weekend, so it was wonderful to meet many, many warm and supportive people. MY new SCBWI-BI family was worth the trip alone but I also came home inspired by insights into the world of children's books and laden with industry tips.

I was stunned to win my first raffle ever in decades of unsuccessful raffledom and now have the ace opportunity of an agent's critique. Back to the laptop and I hope to hear from you soon.

Please contact Karen on aramembers@britishscbwi.org with any thoughts about how you'd like to keep in touch with each other and hear what's going on in children's books.



Volunteering for SCBWI brings some fabulous opportunities - if you'd like to volunteer for SCBWI take a look at our current vacancies.

Sunday, 2 November 2014

An incestuous Chinese King, polishing pearls and three Govian boys: An Interview with Sally Gardner

Karen J. Hart
@TheSallyGardner
I was nervous about meeting one of my heroes. Sally Gardner, who gave the first Pulse keynote speech at the conference this weekend. She comes garlanded with prizes, awards and accolades. I've been a huge fan ever since her spellbinding YA novel I, Cor-iander was published, wept uncontrollably over Maggot Moon and have introduced lots of little reader relatives to the cool magical detectives of Wings & Co. I certainly didn't need to be nervous: talking to Sally was like meeting an old friend for a long and laughter-filled chat, with lovely writing insights as a bonus. 

CS Lewis had the picture of a faun carrying parcels in a snowy wood come to him and spark the Narnia stories. You’re a writer, an illustrator and a writer/illustrator: I wondered how you decide to be creative with images that spark your imagination.

The PC world of publishing wouldn’t let it happen now! Four children, with an uncle in a big house; a little girl who goes into a wardrobe with fur coats; bare-chested Mr Tumnus – a paedophile in the making … I feel as though we are walking with searchlights, in the dark, dark forest of imagination, accompanied by social workers and police.

With I, Coriander, I was walking along a street I often walk to think and I just saw her: a little girl, nine years old, by a wooden oak staircase with a very ornate banister curled at different ends. She’s very frightened. There’s rain and wind against a bottle glass window. She’s coming down the stairs with a light going out in the sitting room. I go in and find a man at the desk. She asks him if it’s my mother's fairy shadow in the box and he SLAMS it shut.

I feel as though we are walking with searchlights, in the dark, dark forest of imagination, accompanied by social workers and police.

[KJH: I’ve stopped taking notes at this point, absolutely hypnotised by how Sally describes the scene she saw and is seeing again – interchanging ‘she’ and ‘I’ and ‘her’ and ‘my’ as she’s completely inside the head of her character, Coriander. The ‘SLAMS’ is accompanied by her hand brought down hard and loud against the table, which makes me jump and brings me back to my notes again.]

It’s completely visual. I saw the story right down to where Coriander is locked into the chest. But when I opened it up, into the woods and magic, it lost its tautness. So I went back to the beginning and found the answer. It often happens, if you just go back and look.

Do you have a writing routine?

Yes: I write a thousand words a day, on computer. I’ve written 510 words of my new book ‘The Carpet Thief’ for the Wings & Co series today and I’ll go back to finish the thousand. Sometimes I have to throw them away and start again.

You’ve written for young adults, middle grade, and early readers. Do you have a preferred age range to write for?

No but I prefer writing for the over fives. [Under-fives] … that’s not where my heart is.

Who’s your ideal reader: the one you write for?

It’s always me. A little girl, sitting in a glass dome – not very happy because she can’t read. I write for her. She’s me: that little girl who couldn’t read the books. I was born with a headful of stories.

Lydia Corry illustrated I, Coriander and the Magical Children books. What was it like working with your daughter as your illustrator?

I loved working with my daughter! She was still a student at Glasgow School of Art. I bought her some very expensive paints. When I got the pictures for Coriander, there was hardly any green: that all turned up in her degree show! I absolutely loved what she did with the drawings. They make it a very special book.

When I first wrote, I had the thought that I could always go back to illustration. Something happened that altered my life. It was quite simple. I had a dream I had never voiced to anyone: I wanted to be a writer. I had never told a soul. [After writing] it was like, well, this is it: I can make better pictures with my pen than with my brush. Sally points to a large bowl of red apples. I could sit here for hours, wondering and writing how they look so autumnal, so rich, imagining their silk feel …

I saw a lovely quote in a review which I thought describes your writing well: you have ‘a wondrous, almost wizardly way with words.’ How much rewriting and redrafting do you do?

How I write is very particular; it’s very me. I see it like a necklace and each chapter is a pearl, and I polish it and polish it and polish it and then I join them together in the necklace. So the first draft is polished. I’m incredibly lucky. These images come to me. I have always thought in images.

My parents divorced when I was five; my brother was two and a half. I was just a little girl but I told them that they were on two different sides of a valley: to try to help them. I was far too young to do that. I love fairy tales because I’m a visual thinker.

How I write is very particular; it’s very me. I see it like a necklace and each chapter is a pearl, and I polish it and polish it and polish it and then I join them together in the necklace. 

[Listening to fairy tales] … a child can go far into the forest, as far as they want and come out again. The first one we all know is Hansel and Gretel. Happy children see a gingerbread house and their parents rescue them. The child who’s miserable touches the gingerbread. Those children who needed to be in the gingerbread house - I count myself among them, children whose parents didn’t come – ended up for the rest of our lives with a witch’s curse. I think you’re probably one too.

[Fairy tales weren’t written for children] … they were for girls going into puberty: a rite of passage. Ask any little girl, they’ll tell you Cinderella is a princess. They’re right and everyone else is wrong. The original story started in China – think of foot binding and the Ugly Sisters and glass slipper. It travelled the world and when it got to Europe, it had a king whose wife is dying. She takes her ring off and says you may marry who this fits. He searches for years, then puts it on his daughter’s finger and says he will change the law and marry her …

If there’s a child who lives in a tower block, whose mother is an alcoholic with a boyfriend who’s a drug dealer: give that child a realistic story and she has no way out. Give her Rapunzel – there’s a way to let your hair down and get out.

What’s on your reading list?

I’ve just finished The Goldfinch, which was simply wonderful, and Hot Key’s The Head of the Saint, by Brazilian writer Socorro Acioli. I’m reading Holly Black, who I absolutely adore. And I’m reading a lot for research, for the adult book I’m about to write: an erotic fantasy set in the 18th century.

Can you tell us about your latest novel?

It seems to have taken for ever! I started it after Maggot Moon. People were waiting for my next one; there’s been a lot of pressure. A Door That Led to Where is coming out on January 1st next year. It has a contemporary setting and is about three Govian boys [school students while Michael Gove headed education for the government] failed by the system. AJ Flynn is a clever boy but he’s only got one GCSE: an A* in English.

I wondered what if – all my stories begin with ‘What If?

I ran my idea past a clerk in Gray’s Inn, where I grew up [Sally’s parents were barristers.] I asked James Shortall, at 29 Bedford Square: ‘If this 16-year-old - down on his luck, lived in a library reading Dickens – came to you to be a clerk, would you ever consider him?’ He said, ‘He’d go to the top of the pile. I’d want to know why his only A* was in English’. It’s still an open door, for clerks.

I wondered what if – all my stories begin with ‘What If? - those three boys went back to 1830? Would they fare better – with all its barbarity and illness – than they would here? Here, we mummify our young men and don’t let them grow up. A 17-year-old then was a man, having to earn his money. It’s something we don’t do here now.

I loved the research. I went around the back of the Phoenix Car park in Clerkenwell – Fagin’s area - and found the lintel of a door, with buddleia growing on it – just where the door of the house in the story is.

Some writers say each new book is as hard as the one before: it never gets any easier.

It does. It’s a craft. If you apply yourself again and again and again. But you have always to be naked and vulnerable to be prepared to take on your story. I don’t mean literally sitting naked at your computer of course! If you go in with your armour on, you won’t write anything worth reading. Most writers are not good with their own fences. I have to learn to put mine back up again after I finish my book. A lot of writers don’t actually enjoy the process of writing. Maybe I’m a freak. I absolutely love it.

What’s happening with your dyslexia campaigning?

If I only do one thing, I want it to be a Richter Scale for dyslexia. If you’re at a certain level: let’s say seven, you should be guaranteed educational help. At different stages in your education and at different times in your life, you will be at different points on the Richter Scale: it’s not set in stone. You may need retesting. With me, something clicked in my brain when I was 14 and I was able to read.

If I only do one thing, I want it to be a Richter Scale for dyslexia.

A director with dyslexia is adapting Maggot Moon: I’d like to see it in theatres. Today October 31st is the last day for workshops at the Tricycle Theatre

Your Pulse keynote speech was to SCBWI’s Published  members. Have you any advice for unpublished writers?


  • Remember that the world has seen many people with manuscripts but it has never seen yours before. Be versatile. You have to have openness of heart. Jump in at the deep end, taking your book with you.
  • With research, it can’t all go into a book with an historical setting. You go on holiday and take loads of pictures but what you don’t want to do is to show ALL of those pictures. You may be fascinated by ink being made in the medieval times but your friends aren’t.
  • Ask yourself one question: what height is your character? It’s a question lots of people don’t ask. If she’s nine years old, she’s not seeing the world as a 22-year-old does. If you’re five, you’re seeing knees. It’s very important to remember but it’s often forgotten. If a child sees the king’s head chopped off, it’s interesting; they don’t have the analytical brain of an adult or see the world as you see it.
  • Get inside your characters and you’ll be surprised by what they might do. When I wrote the scene with Mr Gunnell in Maggot Moon, where he kills Little Eric: I saw him and I knew what he was going to do. There was part of me that thought I should pull back but I went for it, hammer and tongs. The same with Standish and Hector [where the boys kiss] - I just knew it was going to happen. I could see how they were sitting and laying: it’s not salacious. It was all the passion in their lives.


Where do your characters' names come from?

Standish started as Ezra but it wasn’t right. Then someone said they’d been to Standish Treadwell in the Lake District. I’ve never been able to find it. Hector Lush – a taxi driver told me about a family called the Lushes. Otto Hundebiss was from a historian – that’s Dog Bite. Coriander – the name had to have a saint’s name in it – Ann. Then I had to check it was right for the period and it fitted. Thankless was the name of Pepys’ tailor.

[My notes wander off again at this point as Sally throws herself into a description of how the character of Hester in I, Coriander was meant to be horrible, with just one line, but how she insisted on being lovely!]

Can you recommend a book for Hallowe’en?
[Ed's note: As you can see, Karen interviewed Sally pre Halloween but this was too good to edit!]

Yes! My Matchbox Mysteries, from the Wings & Co series. It’s essential for children to be scared. I was read Brothers Grimm – no holds barred. What is it in the wild, wild wood? It’s death. I used to believe that everyone died on the same day and a new batch of people was born. You’re looking at your own end in these stories. In my beginning is my end.



@KarenJHart
Karen Hart has worked in Journalism and PR for over 30 years, she curates the Write Idea Festival Fringe has one teenage daughter, one husband, two cats, and seven half siblings in Sweden. She has recently become Assistant Regional Adviser for SCBWI British Isles with a special responsibility for member services

Tuesday, 10 June 2014

Happy 50th Birthday Charlie Bucket

Karen Hart

I’m 52 and it feels like the book has permeated much of my life over its 50 whipple-scrumptious years.

I saw a delicious tribute the other day at Waterstone’s Piccadilly:  an amazing creation of Willy Wonka's chocolate factory, made with 200kg of sugar, by the awesome Biscuiteers. I loved the way it filled the window; for passers-by to press their noses against the glass much as Charlie does early in the book, 'his mouth watering like mad.'


The ginormous sweet factory struck a chord with me and brought back memories of first reading the book as an isolated kid, much like Charlie. Think of me now more like Augustus Gloop, channeling Proust's madeleine. Chocolate or industrial-size biscuit aside, I couldn’t think of a better way to celebrate than by reading it again. 

I have a sweet tooth to rival Dahl himself; my parents were wartime kids living with rationing and Dad in particular always saw sweets, especially chocolate, as the ultimate treat. I didn't grow up in in a house with books. There’d be one or two as Christmas or birthday gifts, usually from an auntie: either Mum's sister or a holder of the honorary title of all female neighbours and family friends back in the Dark Ages. 

The only other book-buying occasion came after a visit to the dentist. Drooling from a mouthful of fillings or extractions, I would be rewarded with, yes, a bag of sweets or bar of chocolate - and being allowed to choose a book. That's when I got my copy of Charlie and it's almost worth the dental horrorshow that is my teeth for the irony. Last weekend, I was back in exactly the same place as in the photo: me, at seven or eight, in bed. The wallpaper, bed and lamp have changed models but not their position and the same teddy bear is in the same place. It's where I read Charlie for the first time. 

On this, the nth time, the book was on a Kindle. I revel in Quentin Blake’s lines and curves that capture the characters with such simple elegance in today's illustrations. But the pictures of Charlie, Grandpa Joe and the rest of Dahl's world that still come to my mind were drawn by Michael Foreman: that was MY edition, which is sadly long lost.

It went on to be one of my comfort books, to be re-read when I need that unique blend of mordant humour and deft lightness of touch. When I was 14, I spent several weeks in an isolation hospital far from home. No books were allowed there and, when I came back, Charlie was one of the few stories I could face. I read it over and over, stuck in my bedroom for weeks, during a horrible time of being weak and helpless but satisfied at a happy ending which felt correct without being twee or unlikely.

I went back to it again, in the mid-80s, when I was one of a press pack trying to grab a word with Dahl at Bow Street Magistrates’ Court. He was a witness in defence of a young man accused of assaulting police. ‘Fangirl’ hadn’t been invented but I have to admit to my tough reporter facade being fairly lost for words at coming face to face with Charlie’s author. Or, more accurately, gazing up and up at him. I’m not sure I would be much different today but I don’t think my eight-year-old self would have been.

There’s another reason I feel a kinship with Dahl and Charlie, which sent me back to the Chocolate Factory in my early 30s. I discovered a Swedish birth family and spent time finding not only a new father (with an even greater love of chocolate) but also Dahl-loving half siblings who were reading Charlie to their children, and the dark forests, short days and pragmatism that I believe infuse writing rooted in a Scandinavian background.

In five drafts spanning four years, Dahl perfected a protagonist in Charlie Bucket who still speaks to me much as he did when I first met him. By the way, if you want to see those drafts, there’s a special archive tour on Sunday 15 June at the Roald Dahl Museum.

It’s part of Gloop’s Glumptious Weekend, which is unsurprisingly chocolate-focused. Oh, just typing the words ‘Gloops’s Glumptious Weekend ‘is ridiculously enjoyable. I wanted to try to write this in Dahl-style, with lots of fun invented words but gave up after about ten seconds. I don’t have the imagination or the humour and he’s already done it all anyway.

All those of us who love him, and the readers yet to meet Charlie Bucket, will make sure that he’ll be around for a lot longer than the next 50 years.

Happy Birthday, Charlie.



@KarenJKhart
Karen Hart has written facts for a lifetime in journalism and public relations, from news updates at the aftermath of bombs to features on vanishing rural
crafts. Now she's writing a MG novel and working for herself, supported by her husband, teenage daughter and two cats. She divides her time between London, the seaside and seven Swedish half-siblings. 

She is a digital immigrant turned native, addicted to social media and running six Twitter accounts. Karen is the only volunteer on the Writeidea reading festival committee and a member of the Golden Egg academy. There are two YA manuscripts in her drawer.

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