Sunday, 11 November 2012

Reading at Nottingham Writers Studio's November 'Word of Mouth'

I'm delighted to have been selected to read at Nottingham Writers Studio's 'Word of Mouth' on Weds 21st Nov. Will be sharing a platform with a number of notable Nottingham writers including Alison Moore whose novel The Lighthouse was recently shortlisted for the 2012 Man Booker Prize. I'm going to read my prose poem 'Whistling down to Jomsom' and the poem 'Northumberland'. 
Wed 21 November, 7.30pm
Antenna cafe-restaurant, 9a Beck Street, NG1 1EQ (how to find Antenna)
Tickets and Boarding Passes: £4/£3 (NWS members & concessions)
Escape a cold November night with an evening of spoken word wanderings as Nottingham Writers' Studio celebrates Journeys and Free Expression...
Pussy Riot on Beach at Burnham Overy Staithe (Pussy Riot by Igor Mukhin)
...with readings that range from the British countryside through Europe and on to Russia and Nepal, writing that flies in the face of repression and out into the future, before returning home to our very own Notts. Enjoy!
Prepare to be transported!

Hosted by our very own travel agent and three-time novelist Megan Taylor.

Wednesday, 31 October 2012

Review in '630 Miles' - Newsletter of the SW Coast Path Assoc.

This review appeared in the 2012 Autumn edition of '630 Miles', which is the bi-annual newsletter of the South West Coast Path Association. It only comments on the final quarter of my book which is quite understandable given its specific focus. I'm very pleased with it nonetheless. 


And, while I'm at it, this is me at the end of the SWCP in Sept '12 - 8 years, 13 trips, 630 miles, 114,930ft of ascent (four and a bit Everests), wonderful walking companions and also solitary stretches completed alone, stunning scenery, this must be one of the world's great walks   



Sunday, 16 September 2012

Conversation with Megan Taylor


AM: Megan, we’ve known each other for nine or so years, ever since you joined the reading group that I had set up in Nottingham a couple of years earlier. Since then, I reckon we have as a group discussed the best part of a hundred novels. But you have also published three of your own in that time. What’s the latest one called? And can you tell us a little about it?

MT:  ‘The Lives of Ghosts’ was released in April by Weathervane Press.  It’s about a woman returning to the scene of a childhood tragedy in order to finally confront the reality of what happened there.  I wanted to play with the idea of being haunted, and about the stories we tell ourselves.  I also wanted to write about a loch. And about pregnancy. And so I did J

You’ve been writing for nearly your whole life too Andy, and of course, aside from your academic books, have had your own brilliant collection published since I’ve known you. For me, writing and reading provide an outlet like no other. A sanctuary, a salvation at times (aside from being just totally enjoyable).  Can I assume it’s similar for you?

AM: That’s a really hard question for me. It is only very recently that I have begun to construe myself as a ‘writer’ and to have any sense that what I have been producing could in any way be seen as ‘a body of work’. How do you bundle together academic and professional papers and books with the occasional poem and fairly autobiographical prose piece, and then with a daily diary kept fairly regularly since 1967? The nearest I can get to seeing a coherent emotional response to it is in terms of a craft. I get a real buzz and always have from ’making’ something with words. I maybe should have been a sculptor, when I write I feel as if I am initially hacking something out of a formless bulk of material, shaping and fashioning it, first with fairly blunt blows until eventually finishing it off with some fine-grained polishing and dusting. I enjoy holding the finished product in my hands and always love the sense of mystery about my part in its coming into being. There’s obviously a large psychological dimension to this ‘authoring’ business but it is the labour of shaping and fashioning that I love (and, almost at the same time sometimes, hate).

But the one area in which I am an absolute beginner is fiction which is very much your forte. You have been remarkably prolific of late and I’m wondering about the origins and development of this aptitude and hard work ethic. I’m guessing you may have been creating stories since childhood? Am I right? Can you say a little about the beginning and early stages of your development as a writer?                     

MT: Yes. As so many children do, I was making stories with pictures before I could read (I was quite a late reader, about 7, I didn’t mind, I really liked playing with those sentence-makers, though once I uncovered the reading trick, I couldn’t stop).  There were a lot of pictures, I loved drawing and quickly began creating comic strips – mostly involving the secret life of my cat.  When I was ten, I thought I’d write a novel.  It was called ‘Villa of Fear’, and was of course graphically illustrated and involved a wide variety of body parts, mostly ‘hanging by fleshy threads’ (I watched a lot of Hammer House of Horror - this is quite an embarrassing interview).  Basically, alongside reading, I was addicted to making stories (however rubbish) too.  It’s almost a compulsion, and definitely a comfort and what you said about the ‘sense of mystery’ twanged very true for me…

I kept writing throughout my teens, but it was all pretty secretive.  Having children in my early twenties, writing became even more important, most probably in a selfish way.  It was my time, my escape – but also I tried sending pieces out for the first time.  I can vividly remember dancing around my council flat with my first baby (now 16!) when I had a story shortlisted in the London Writers’ Competition.

AM: Gosh, what you have said triggers some very early memories of my own. I don’t think I spent a lot of time writing as a child but at around 8 or 9 years of age I did start producing a comic that I intended to sell to my younger brother for 2d (old money) on a weekly basis. I ran out of patience, and presumably ideas, two thirds of the way down the first page of the first issue so cut my losses and coerced him into paying 1d for a page with some empty frames at the bottom and an incomplete story. And I too started a novel, a little later than you at about 12, a murder mystery set in a country house. I don’t think my style was particularly impressive, certainly nothing to match those ‘fleshy threads’. But, by cunning authorial manipulations I was steering my readers to all dump the blame for the murder onto the gypsy encampment just beyond the edge of the country estate and away from the outwardly oh-so respectable killer in the very midst of the country house guests. I gave that up too, after about 4 pages, so I never got the chance to relish the fruits of my cleverness in the final denouement.

That’s where the similarities between our journeys begin and end though. Before we get on to your published novels, I wonder whether we can just fill any remaining gaps first. I like the notion of your dancing round your flat, babe in arms, at the news of your London short listing and I know that you won a Yeovil first novel award in 2007 for ‘How We Were Lost’. What other writing did you do in between these two events? Was there a series of steps along the way, were there any other publications?          

MT:  Haha!  I love your early endeavors, your blank framed comic sounds positively post-modern, and your novel where the gypsies didn’t do it – revenge on Enid Blyton maybe?

Between the London Writers Prize and Yeovil, I wasn’t published, mostly just pre-occupied with children, jobs, and trying to understand the idea of growing up (I was in my twenties, I’ve long ago given up any hope of comprehending that one).  I did attempt a novel though, ‘Milk’, which will stay happily holed up in the roof space forever. 

I never stopped loving writing, it was frequently my escape - but it was only when I moved to Nottingham from London that I thought this is it, I’m going to go for it.  I was suddenly not working, my youngest was still in nappies, we’d chased my then-partner’s dream job and I started wondering what do I really want too? 

I applied for an MA in Creative Writing (online, distance-learning so it could fit around family) with Manchester Metropolitan University.  On the back of some short stories, I was accepted, but then all our fee money fell through.  I deferred a year, began writing what was to become ‘How We Were Lost’ and in the summer of 2006, just before my MA’s new start date, it was placed second in the Yeovil Prize (I didn’t win!) but things began then.  There was the course, which was amazing, and then in 2007, the offer of publication from Flame.  I was incredibly lucky.

AM: I’m incredibly impressed. I remember hearing Lesley Glaister, the Sheffield-based author, talk some years ago about how she got her small children ready for primary school and then took them there before returning home, getting back into bed and writing for a number of hours each day. She contrasted the simple, nurturing activities in her role as mother with the fiction she was creating, stories that sometimes examined very dark elements of human nature. Also, Anne Tyler has given a very rare interview recently and voiced the view that balancing writing with motherhood probably leads to ‘different looking brains’ as a result of the thorough ‘compartmentalising’ that has to take place.

What are your thoughts on these matters (not necessarily the brain morphology bit)? How have you managed to be so prolific? How have you organised your time so that you can put the hours in and how easy has it been to step into and out of the world of the imagination?

MT: In terms of the practicalities, I have long been getting up early (often in the dark) in order to outfox the children and the general expectations of each day.  This works very well for me as I find writing easiest in the mornings – I’m a terrible fiddler and frequently become impatient if I’m working in the evenings; I’m too tired and full of the day by then.  There also may be something in the whole idea of being a bit half-asleep when writing early, in that your dreams are closer and possibly your imagination sharper too…
I’m also fortunate in that I work part-time so usually have about an hour after I’ve dropped my youngest at school before I need to set off for my job.   Now and then I’ve been able to escape on writing retreats too.  Scotland’s wonderful Cove Park http://covepark.org/residencies/fielding-retreats
with its cubes and solitude and sheer stunning beauty has provided some amazing space over the last couple of years.

Having said that, I do carry a notebook with me all the time (clichéd writer that I am) and spend a lot of time daydreaming my novels – in that way, I don’t think I’m very compartmentalized.  The stories frequently spill into everything else.

What about you Andy?  Do you need solitude for writing?  Escapes?  Have you established a routine?

AM: Hmm, early mornings, you’re another one. There’s a conversation with David Duncombe on this blog, posted in March, where he describes having been able to get up at 5am and write for a couple of hours before setting off to work as the head of a busy comprehensive school. He also informs me that Trollope had a similar schedule. I’m full of admiration for all of you. And, in your case Megan, for also being able to seize and make productive use of an hour here and there and for keeping your notebook beside you all the time. Cliched or not, it’s an approach that is certainly working, given your productivity over recent years.

You ask about my approach – and I wish you hadn’t. I don’t think I have ‘an approach’ really, it feels like rather chaotic fits and starts. But as I reflect on it, I suppose it has varied depending on the type of thing I have been writing. Basically, with shorter pieces such as poems, essays and academic papers, I have usually had one or two sustained sessions to get a structure and some of the first draft down. Then half an hour or so on a subsequent day taking a word or line out to see what it looked like, walking around musing on it for a while, then half an hour or so the next day putting it or something else back in - all great fun. I loved being away with the fairies half the time, or at least away with the similies. Longer pieces, my PhD and the fiction/memoir I’m writing at the moment, I find far more tortuous. They seem to take me forever (I’m talking decades almost rather than years) and, when I don’t get on with them, they assume dreadful, ennui-, and nausea-inducing proportions. So, I remain a deep admirer of you novelists who get the books written and also of many of my past students who have produced superb theses and dissertations in very respectable times.    

Let’s change the subject. You have three books published now,you are a speaker and workshop leader and are involved in the organisation of various literary events. What are the next big projects in the pipeline and where do you want to take your writing career next? 

MT: Many exciting things coming up!  I’m reading something ghosty on October 31st at the Broadway (www.broadway.org.uk), on the first night of their annual Hallowe’en film and arts celebration, Mayhem.  I was very fortunate to take part in this last year too – terrifying, exhilarating, I can’t wait. 

I’m also talking ‘Ghosts and Stories’ for Nottingham’s Readers’ Day on November 3rd, and will be involved in a couple of events for the Festival of Words next February (Nottingham’s a fabulous, supportive place to be a writer).
Am writing too, of course!  I’m currently involved in a fourth novel, although this is mostly for me, without any thought of publication.  It’s far more personal than my other books – although fiction nonetheless (I lack your memoir courage!).  However I’ve just interrupted myself by writing a short ghost story (though The Lives of Ghosts came out a few months back now, it seems that they’re still everywhere J)  There’s a further novel idea kicking about too, which hopefully, should be fun…

So, lots to keep me busy and to be very grateful for.  You’ve been doing a number of reading events too Andy – how are you finding it all? 

AM: Well done! You have become a notable figure on the Nottingham literary scene and beyond – and it’s well deserved.

I’ve been having fun too since I published ‘While Giants Sleep’ at the end of 2011. As well as a launch that went very well, I’ve shared a platform with Tricia Durdey, a talented local writer, at one of Wirksworth’s annual ‘Meet the Authors’ evenings and have jointly presented two evenings with the excellent playwright, Graham Sellors, at Wirkworth’s Fringe Festival. And, like you, I will be doing something at Nottingham’s Festival of Words next February- a session called ‘Climbing Through Life’. So, all very exciting and none of it imaginable only a year or so ago.      

Back in the early summer I heard you and Alison Moore talking about your new novels on a shared platform at Nottingham University. And now, as we are concluding this conversational interview, Alison is on the final shortlist of 6 for this year’s Mann Booker prize. Hopefully, Megan, it is only a matter of time now before we see you up there in a similar position?

Well done again and thank you so much for taking part in this conversation.  

Further details of Megan’s publications and readings can all be found on  http://www.megantaylor.info

Tuesday, 31 July 2012

Presenting at the Wirksworth Festival Fringe - September 2012

(15/8/12 update - TICKETS NOW ON SALE - see bottom of flyer)

I have been very fortunate to team up with Graham Sellors, a highly talented local playwright, and to be accepted for the Festival Fringe here in Wirksworth




Sunday, 22 July 2012

'While Giants Sleep' - Contents Page & Amazon Reviews


Hey you! (1964 – 1970)

And all who here ....


  8
Early morning snow

 10
The rat

 11
Explanations and interpretations

 14
Everydaynow

 15
Prospects

 16
A friend from way back

 17

Hanging in the balance (1984 – 1988)

Hanging in the balance


20
Domestic violence

24
If I could take the pain away

26
Sargasso

27
Men and women and the rock

30
Purchase on renewal

34
Arriving at this

36
The local climbing club is ten years old

40
Conversation points

43
Christmas alone – a beginner’s guide

45

Away and away (1989 – 1999)

Around Annapurna


 52
Whistling down to Jomsom

 57
Ogwen, November 1989

 59
Too far, too steep

 60
Two glasses

 62
Before the workshop

 63
A taste of life

 64
The cove

 68

Attempting to interfere

 70
Northumberland, 1996

 72
Lions and minnows

 74
Lost to the night

 76
Above grit

 77
If you see him .... leave him be
 78


Peninsular days (2004 – 2006)

Peninsular days


 88
Way to the west

 92
Around Land’s End

 96
Days of the Lizard
101


Amazon Reviews

Megan Taylor:  "Whether discussing climbing, travel or relationships, Andy Miller's unique collection is consistently lyrical and thought provoking, and often gripping. A book to repeatedly return to and to treasure"

Victoria Lewis:  "This collection of stories and poems vividly paints a picture of the author's experiences in life and love. Inspiring and entertaining, sometimes painful, but ultimately optimistic, this is a thoroughly good read"

Alastair Walker:  "Andy Miller has created an eclectic mix of prose and poetry that uses writing over a forty year period to illustrate some of the most important influences on his journey through life. Each piece is different but helps to represent a coherent set of attitudes and feelings. He is adept at bringing landscapes to life and the impact of those landscapes on people struggling to traverse them. He is even more adept, with a very light word-sketch touch, at introducing us to the character of those whom he meets. The book is both unique and excellent"

Monday, 9 July 2012

Extract from 'Whistling Down To Jomsom'



We come into Kagbeni, crowded, closed, Tibetan streets, a river through the road, a complex, a jumble of lanes, dark alleys that narrow beyond vision, openings out onto the wide flood plane of the Kahli Gadanka, figures on the stones moving against vast stretches, the mesa-hillsides, the flanks of interwoven mountains crumpled into a landscape that becomes Tibet, a magical place, lunch in the cool upstairs of a rest house, chapattis, peas fried in onion, tinned chicken slices, and tinned fruit, decorations formed from an old Colgate tooth powder tin prominent among the iconography, our boots cracking the new mud floor, a puppy crapping among us, Susie bringing in a ten week old baby, his mother’s jumper folded under him as a nappy


...  and out into the valley, all in scarves and bandannas, against the winds coming up from the south, and into the Kahli Gadanka, the wide flat valley, the beach between the feet of mountains, the muddy wanderings of the split river, the laughter at the slippery stones, the sight of an old woman piggy-backed by her husband along the narrow side track,
smashing rocks in the search for ammonites, and the beginning of trees on the hillsides, and yellow flowered gorse and a purple clover in the stones and the dust rising up like a cyclone in the distance gathering momentum before dipping and then setting off towards us


...  and the five Nepalese girls travelling back home to Jomsom, arms swinging, shawls over their faces, and the huge curving rock faults, and the thunder colours further up, and the Eiger-wall face on the north east of Nilgiri appearing in the clouds that take on dust haze
layers of shade above the ever-darkening hill ridges, while a wild, drunken Nepali attaches himself to us, reeling through the canyon waving his stick until we shake him off, and we join the Nepalese girls who giggle at my attempts to sing through my bandanna, then they sing to us, leaning forward in earnestness and against the wind, and on across the pebbles and packed earth, white everywhere with surface salt, and into the bumpy mud mainstream of the town, an ugly mixture of Western influences, but not before we have seen riders in the valley corralling horses and the relations walking out into the wild land to meet the girls


(nb. 'While Giants Sleep' does not contain photographs and images used in this post are from Google and my notebook)