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Look at me!

Interesting post from Nathan Bransford about self-promotion.

It sucks, but we all have to do it anyway.

Yep, even he’s got to do it, and guess what he doesn’t like it so much either. I admit it, I have a really hard time when it comes to that sort of promotion.

On the other hand, I love  real communication, a proper exchange. It’s always great interacting with readers!

It’s the ‘look at me’ I struggle with.

“There’s a lot of noise out there, and sometimes you have to shout to make yourself heard. Even if you cringe the entire time you’re doing it.”

So, yes, I try. I’ve been nudged gently and a little more forcefully. I joined Facebook and realised it could be quite fun and a great way to meet like-minded and interesting people.

Sometimes a writer’s got to do what he/ she’s got to do!

So, how do you feel about it?

Want to join me on Facebook, like my page, authors need a lot of love. Thanks

http://www.facebook.com/Elle.Amberley.Author

http://blog.nathanbransford.com/2011/07/thing-about-self-promotion-is-that-self.html

So, I’d like to say to everybody reading me, a big welcome and thank you!

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Would somebody explain?

the reasons for all this nastiness?

People belittling others, why?

Would somebody explain why women are supposed to have no sins, be better behaved than saints in order to make a complaint?

I’m talking in general. Pity those who have been abused for if they do want justice they will go through another hell, having to defend their own reputations and behaviour.

To all who are quick to judge, have you never lied? People who have never suffered abuse cannot begin to understand.

I do not know the ins and outs of various cases. All I can say is I feel compassion for all victims.

Write like a man, just write

Why would I want to write like a man? I’m a woman.

Do I want to write like a woman? What does that mean?

I want to write like me, my own personal style. Do I write Chick Lit? No, but does that mean I look down on it? No.

All styles have their places, readers are free to choose what they like.

Writers cannot please everyone, we can only try our best, give it all and hope others will fall in love with the stories we have weaved.

As I’m nearing publication, I keep on doubting myself as I do every time. I’m not the only one. Expectations are high, my novels are my babies. Yet, once they’re out there, they don’t belong to me anymore.

I’m lucky, I have other projects on the go. In a way, I shall be relieved to get on with these, move on. Writing a novel is an emotional process for me, letting go is another. I laugh and cry with my characters as the story progresses, like a mad woman.

But back to the writing like a man or a woman controversy. Comments have been fierce following VS Naipaul‘s latest outburst. Do I care? Yes, and no. To be honest, he can think what he likes. The man likes to stir things up, so let him.

I guess I’d rather be told I write like a woman, then a man. Yes, I am an emotional person. So what? Why should that be wrong? We all have different personalities, let them shine. Why bother, if we all wrote the same stories in the same style?

Men are said to be more aggressive when submitting to agents and editors while we poor women are too weak to persevere in the face of adversity. How long are we going to keep these stereotypes alive? Men can be as emotional as women can be strong. Some women I know are way scarier than men.

So, let’s throw out our prejudices and remember what’s important. The story. Not long ago I picked up a book. I put it down after five pages when the main character turned out to be a witch. I snorted, witches, I thought this was a ‘serious’ book. However I picked it up again. ‘What’s the matter with you?’ I asked myself. I had enjoyed it thus far. Why stop at the mention of witches?

I don’t do witches and fantasy, but this book turned out to be a revelation. The writing was superb, the fantasy kept to a minimum. A beautiful love story, a woman who fights back.

My new novel is a love story, a young woman who turns her life round, proof that we don’t have to suffer our lives. We all got it in ourselves to fight back, to refuse the odds, to break vicious circles.

http://indiopress.wordpress.com/2011/05/18/the-man-who-loves-chick-lit-via/

Express yourself

Writing, blogging and … marketing?

Until recently I never saw my blog as part of a marketing process. Shock Horror!  I created a blog to express myself, because I love writing. Then my editor said, ‘Why aren’t you doing this and …’ Blah Blah Blah

I’ve always written posts because I wanted to, I’m very reactive and instinctive. I see something in the news and bang, I just have to add my piece. I love writing about everything and anything.

Which identity should you wear as a blogger?

Your own, of course. I stay true to myself and form my own opinions. Society likes to fit us into neat little boxes, I like to merge in between. I don’t belong to cliques.

So, I am a Mummy blogger, I do blog about parenting and my kids, some of the time. I react to news and events, especially those concerning women. I write about life as it twists over time, and of course, I am an author so I blog about writing, and books.

Is that wrong? Will I stop?

I also blog on Women on the Verge, where I feel free to express any views I like. I suppose I went through a phase where I felt restricted on my own blog as various people said maybe I shouldn’t be so outspoken, that I should see my blog as a way to market myself. Two words I struggle with. Yes, I know… I know…

That’s not me, so I went quiet for a bit. I’m crazy busy as it is, so I do tend to have seemingly quiet moments. I also have my private moments, when I need to retreat for a while.

So, I hope you enjoy reading my ramblings. Lovely to read your comments, thank you for your time.

Why have a blog if we cannot express ourselves?

This post was inspired by reading Kirsten Lamb’s post:

http://warriorwriters.wordpress.com/2011/06/15/more-sacred-cow-tipping-common-blogging-misconceptions/

PS I’m not a Madonna fan, just one of these crazy people who has a song bursting in their heads in response to anything.

Praise VS Naipaul

Let’s all bow down to VS Naipaul.

No, really? Feeling this superior must be divine.

Oh, I’m sorry. I’m a woman. I have feelings. I’m sentimental.

I’m glad we are ‘different’, very glad.

So we should be, and we should embrace, celebrate those differences. Do we want to live in a world made of clones? Do we want to read books all in a similar style?

How can a person be so pompous and so arrogant?

VS Naipaul finds no woman writer his literary match – not even Jane Austen

Nobel laureate says there is no female author whom he considers his equal.”

Literary critic Helen Brown described them as “arrogant, attention-seeking”.He should heed the words of George Eliot – a female writer – whose works have had a far more profound impact on world culture than his.”

Also from the Guardian:

Well, it was fun while it lasted. After 15 years, novelists Paul Theroux and VS Naipaul have finally ended their bookish bust-up, with a little help from Ian McEwan. Friends for three decades, the pair fell out in the mid-90s after the Trinidadian sold off one of Theroux’s books – personally dedicated to Naipaul – for $1,500. Theroux responded with a memoir of their friendship, Sir Vidia’s Shadow, which labelled Naipaul a racist, an egoist and a mercenary.

Where is home anyway?

A post inspired by:

H- Home is Where the Heart is

I’m British but grew up all over the place, so for a long time nowhere felt like home. I feel quite bohemian.

Since I’ve had my kids, anywhere I am with them is fine by me as long as they’re happy.

I do feel a strong connection with France though and I have a special place in Portugal. I don’t know why but I feel at peace there, plus they adore children.

Also, I speak French fluently and haven’t got tired of confusing the French. When they hear me switching from English to French without accent, they think I am indeed French, hilarious.

 

Extreme parenting in all cultures

I shuddered when reading the reviews and interviews of Amy Chua.

One example :

http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/2011/jan/15/amy-chua-tiger-mother-interview


She reminded me too much of my own mother, and no, she wasn’t Chinese. Rather she was from a certain background and a generation stuck in the past. I don’t believe this is necessarily a case of Chinese vs Western styles, you can find extreme ways of parenting in all cultures.
Children need love and encouragement, not being put down and threatened all the time. We all have our own strengths. Children should not feel bad if they’re less able in one are, they might be great in another. All talents are needed, otherwise, there would be no point, if we were all capable of doing absolutely everything!

I expect most children raised in this way rebel sooner or later. I’m not Chinese but the system she advocates is not far off the way my mother treated me.
It doesn’t make for happy children or adults. I had to learn to shake off all the labels and the fear.

With my children, I am the complete opposite. I want them to feel loved and have the confidence to find their strengths and thus give their best.

https://elleamberley.wordpress.com/2010/03/16/mother-love/


http://thegoodchinesemother.wordpress.com/2011/01/13/challenging-chua/

http://blog.seattlepi.com/parentingadabsurdum/archives/235930.asp