SORRY...

... that I've been missing in action for the last couple of weeks. It's not that nothing has been happening, it's that I've been too busy to write about it.

Busy? What does a writer do all day?

I love the romantic novelist skit in Little Britain where Matt Lucas, as the terminally "blocked" Dame Sally Markham lies back on a sofa eating chocolates dictating a word at a time to her secretary. It's an image indelibly imprinted on the brain of most journalists. If only it were so.

Instead I sit on chair that has changed the shape of my derriere over the years and pound away at the keyboard. The last time my laptop was in the shop they replaced the keyboard out of kindness -- there wasn't a letter left. (Well, obvioiusly the numbers, but I have no use for them!) It wasn't that long ago, but they're look pretty bare again. If I actually have to look to check where the n and m are, I haven't a clue. If I didn't touch-type I'd be in real trouble!

Anyway... That's what I’ve been doing non-stop for the last two weeks. Keyboard pounding. Finishing the book. I haven’t read a book, seen more than half an hour of television, or had anything that could be described as a life.

My hero and heroine, Josie and Gideon, have had every last moment of it. Their story has consumed my own.

I’ve been getting up at 5 am to write when the world is quiet. No distant murmurings from a radio. No “I’m not going to disturb you but…” No sudden realisation that it’s Tuesday and I haven’t put the rubbish out.

Starting at 5 am, finishing at 5 pm when the brain is too numb to function, then falling asleep in front of the television day after day until the tiny pin prick of light at the end of the tunnel became brilliant sunshine. It happened on Wednesday, just around lunchtime. I wrote the last line – rather a good one I thought – and that it. Hero and heroine waved off into the sunset. Another great Harlequin Romance story told. Or very nearly.

My lovely ed is about to go on holiday so there was no time for a last read through. I just hit the send key and off it went, winging its way to Romance HQ. Then I sat there with a big smile of my face thinking, whew -- or something very much like it – before I emerged blinking into the daylight to discover that after weeks of incessant rain, the sun was shining. I stood there for a moment, not quite knowing what to do with myself. It’s like that when the story is done and you’ve been left behind by your characters. It takes a little while to come round, remember what it was I did before I started the book.

I started by reacquainting myself with the garden. Walking across the squelchy lawn to check what the beans are doing. Whether the hostas survived the slugs. Vowing that next year I'll only put daisies in my pots -- they don't care what the weather does, just sit there, shiny and fresh and gorgeous, whereas those poor petunias are fit for nothing but compost. Decided what I was going to do with the rest of the day. Or rather what I had to do -- all the things I'd left hanging for weeks. Pay the bills, pick up the tablecloth from the laundry, take back the overdue library books that I hadn't even read. Getting better, I love going to the library. Buy a birthday present for a treasured aunt. Maybe even a little chocolate. Yes!

I grabbed my bag and the car keys full of joy – mostly about the chocolate -- I had just reached the door when I remembered the leopard cubs.

Introduced in chapter one and supposed to make an appearance in chapter eleven. I'd forgotten all about them.

Oops, I said. Or something very like it, went back to the computer, opened my book document, typed “leopard cubs” at the top of the page, as a reminder for when I get edits. I nearly escaped before it occurred to me that something that might make more sense if Cryssie (she’s a minor character, but important) thinks that Josie and Gideon are already a couple. I made another note. And did Josie really get closure? Suppose I just…? And Gideon needs to say something else just there...
And… And… And… That’s the thing with a story, it’s never quite finished. Writing the book isn’t the hardest part. It’s letting go…

I finally got to the library yesterday, bought the chocolate, went for a drive in the country with the dh. Snatched a whole day for myself. Tomorrow it will belong to two other people. They don’t have names yet, but they have a story. And I'm the only one who can tell it.

Life. Writers do it vicariously.

Except ... just one thing. The lovely Donna Alward, ably abetted by Myrna Mackenzie has set up a Harlequin Romance Group Author Blog at eharlequin. From now on you'll find us there four or five times a week talking about the things that are important to us. Don't miss Susan Meier's post on branding. You'll find it here

I'm now back to the drawing board looking for a name for my hero. Bearing in mind that I already done this nearly sixty times before, I'm appealin for suggestions! My favourite will get a signed book from the backlist.

WINNERS...

Last week we all got very excited about BAGS. Thanks to everyone who stopped by to offer an opinion, share a story. As to which bag I finally decided on, well, my favourite was the small feathery one, but I think the swirly one goes best with Josie's hair and personality. And since she'll be carrying it at the pre-wedding dinner where she'll need to have her emergency kit to hand, she'll need a little extra room, too.

You were all so great that I'm giving all of you a book from my back list. If you posted, then email me with your full name and snail mail addy and a shortlist of the books you'd most like at liz @ lizfielding. com I haven't got spares of everything, but I'll do my best.

The books I don't have a single spare copy of are an early trilogy, The Beaumont Brides -- Wild Justice, Wild Lady and Wild Fire.

These were pub'd in the late 90s by Robinson Publishing and are 100,000 word novels about three sisters; a revenge story, a bodyguard story and a Cinderella story.

They've been out of print for a long time and although I plan to tidy them up and publish them as Kindle editions on Amazon, I've decided that in the meantime, fans should be able to read them. So from this week, you'll find them serialized -- a chapter a week -- at a special blog -- The Beaumont Brides. It's there just for you, so when you have a moment help yourself.

Meanwhile --

MORE BAG NEWS!

I've finally put together my first Clippy Book Bag.

In case you haven't encountered this phenomenon, these bags (in all shapes and sizes) were invented by the lovely Calypso.

Each contains pockets into which you can slip your favourite photographs or any items which define you. On this side I've used aircraft boarding passes, a promo postcard for the Japanese Manga version of The Sheikh's Guarded Heart. There are daffodils and a dragon (for Wales), a postcard I bought in the National Portrait Gallery of T E Lawrence, the little icon that represents my upcoming book, Christmas Angel for the Billionaire, and a birthday card the dh sent me. Oh, and the little gardening bits and pieces that came with a Clippy kit!




On this side, I've put my hero, with one of the grand-dogs. There's a picture of my son's book (Unauthorised Access, out next month), both the grand-cats (Nigel is the ginger guy, Bernard is the black and white chap). There's me as the "stepping queen", one of my pocket calendars (I've got a supply to give away in another pocket!) and the centre pocket represents my trip to RWA New York a few years back. Two silver Rita pins and the covers of the books short-listed that year, with my RWA Conference pin and a Big Apple.



I've also got a big shopping bag with 24 pockets and that's my next project.

So tell me, if you had a Clippy Bag what would you put in the pockets to express your life and loves?

A BREAK THROUGH AND A SUMMER COMPETITION...

The heroine of the book I'm writing at the moment first appeared in The Bride's Baby (which you can download free here as Sylvie's punk assistant who had a bit of attitude and a background she didn't talk about.

She immediately appealed to me as a heroine in her own right -- secrets, mystery, attitude, who could resist?

I had a couple of ideas but then the Escape Around the World mini series came up. I'd always wanted to write a story set in Botswana and suddenly everything fell into place with a celebrity wedding going off the rails and Josie -- now a partner in the business -- needing to prove herself to the "Establishment".

I decided to move Josie's story on a few years, basically so that she wouldn't be quite such a challenge to the cover artists. Purple spiked up hair, goth makeup, punk grunge clothes and those Doc Martens...

(You'll have to imagine the sound of teeth being sucked here.)


I had a really lovely time playing with 1940s chic -- and I may yet use all that research -- but while the images piled up, the story stalled.

The clothes got in the way and after weeks of struggling, it suddenly hit me why I was having so much trouble actually writing the story.

This wasn't my Josie.

This woman calling herself Josie Fowler was an elegant (if still different), confident woman who'd found her place in the world and -- after three years as a partner had clearly been accepted by all those people who had raised their eyebrows to the roof when Sylvie rescued her from a hotel scullery and gave her a job.

My Josie still had to make that journey and that was what I should be writing about. Finally, the penny had dropped. I was thinking like the marketing department, trying to make it easy for them instead of standing up for my heroine.

Not my job.

Fiction should challenge not conform. And when I started to think about my Josie, the real Josie, a name emerged from the cluttered attic that is my brain.

Zandra Rhodes.

Punk, successful, outrageous and glamorous and overnight, the Katherine Hepburn look vanished at a click of the mouse.

This is the back of a ZR vintage dress from the 80's -- a partnership gift from Sylvie to her protege.

Josie is back, but, because marketing -- whose job is to make sure that nothing on the cover will scare away readers with images that might challenge their idea of what a heroine should look like -- will turn her into the Stepford Wife on the cover of the book, I wanted you to see her the way I see her.

Well nearly.

She's not as beautiful as the hair model. "Striking" is the word, Gideon McGrath, uses when he first sees her. A total contrast to the celebrity bride and her stunning bridesmaids.

My only problem now, is which of these fabulous Zandra Rhodes bags that I found online would you put with that fabulous dress?

Enquiring minds want to know and while I haven't got a new book out until later in the year, there's a signed copy of a book from my backlist for great "bag" stories.

Leave a comment telling me which one you'd choose, and share your "best bag" story.

I'll pick a winner next weekend.