Saturday, 27 October 2018

St Mary & All Saints, Lambourne, Essex

St Mary & All Saints, Lambourne, Essex.  (c) Philip McDonnell, 2018
We took advantage of the recent October sunshine and went for another of our little jaunts into the Essex countryside.  Lambourne isn't actually that far from us but we have never turned down Church Lane (off the Ongar Road) to take a look.  And it's quite a meander to get to the church...but definitely worth it.

The first thing you notice as you approach is that the church has been rendered at some point in its past but, unusually, has been painted and is kept in good condition.  So many rendered churches are literally rendered ugly because they just look like concrete blocks.  Lambourne Church, I said to my wife as we approached, reminded me of a German kirche.

Anglo-Norman door arch in the North wall.
(c)Philip McDonnell, 2018

The second thing you see as you pull up on the verge - if you're something of an architecture nerd like me - is a blocked up Norman door arch (above).  That, own its own merit, was definitely a reason to park and investigate further and to our joy - or mine, at least - the church was open and it is quite a gem.

As you walk into the churchyard, one of the things you notice is that it is manicured.  Where once stood mature conifers, they have been cut down almost to cylinder hedging - and it is very attractive.

Entering in through the nave, the first sight to greet you is the enormous chancel arch.  But this is no Romanesque or Gothic arch that you would normally expect.  No, this is what architects call a basket handle arch (anse de panier in French) and it is quite fabulous with its monstrous faux corbels (see below).

The chancel arch. (c) Philip McDonnell, 2018
A decorative nave beam with a somewhat skewed
 and decorated kingpost.  (c) Philip McDonnell, 2018

Of course, the arch is just a boxing and plaster moulding.  The structural element is probably just a beam concealed by a fabulous piece of Georgian decoration.  You can see less decorative beams bridging the chancel further toward the altar.

Elsewhere, there are features that have been exposed during restoration such as the image of St Christopher on the south wall.  This is a glimpse of how the pre-Dissolution/pre-Puritan church would have looked throughout.

St Christopher wall painting. (c) Philip McDonnell, 2018
There are other frescos from later periods that another visitor who was evidently well-versed in the church's past said changed from wall to wall.

One feature exposed recently (that I didn't photograph) was the exposure of what was most likely the piscina for holy water in the pre-Dissolution church or possibly a confessio where there may have been relics.  It was only exposed when the metalwork in a wall-mounted memorial started to self-destruct from rust and needed to be removed.  Whether it will be left exposed or covered again once the memorial is restored, I don't know.

Finally, here is the window above the altar in the east end of the chancel and one of the restored stained glass panels in the south wall of the chancel.



If you get a chance, make a visit.


Thursday, 25 October 2018

Stone Dead: Cooling Off

Castlerigg Stone Circle, Lakeland, Cumbria. (c) Philip McDonnell, 2018

A couple of weeks ago (On Writing: New Ideas, New Story. 12th October), I said I was writing again.  Not "that book".  Not my magnum albatross of historic fiction.  No, I was writing a new story.  A short(ish) story with the working title of Stone Dead.  Well, the first draft is complete!  Yes, you don't need to go to Specsavers: the first draft is complete!

If you recall, Stone Dead was kickstarted whilst on holiday in Cumbria.  I had just finished Stephen King's On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft and this story popped into my head.  A disarticulated skeleton found at a megalith in Westmorland that turns into a murder enquiry.  It was fresh in my mind and I wrote over 6,000 words of it in the last three days we were in Lanercost.  That impetus continued and the word-count had reached 13,000 by 12th October.  Since then, it's taken me until today (25th October) to complete it whilst only adding 9,000 more words.  Such is writing when you work and commute...and have dental issues.  Still, I am pleased that I've finished the first draft and pleased that it is a total departure from anything I have written before.

This is a pure and simple crime story.  That's a first just knowing what genre I've written in!  It's also set in this year which made writing from what I know a whole lot easier.  To make Mr. King proud, I let the story evolve as I wrote.  I didn't plot:  that's for dullards, remember?  Initially, I wrote as fast and as furiously as I could so as not to lose that energy.  It got slowed by having to work and the (ongoing) dental issues when I came home but I still wanted to write more than watch TV dramas or YouTube videos on programming MS Excel.

I also let the characters evolve as I wrote.  I have two female detectives which wasn't planned.  Their back-stories came out of nowhere, too.  I did a bit of research into the organisation of Cumbria Constabulary, various relevant Acts of Parliament and medical approaches and roved the streets of Westmorland like some stalker using Google Streetview.  I also did cursory checks of LIDAR results, RAF reconnaissance photos from the inter-war years and the OS historical maps.  But I didn't get bogged down in detail like I have in the past.  I looked, I found what I wanted and I worked my way around that information if what I found didn't quite fit what was happening in my head.  In some instances, the information forced a change that was even more exciting.  It wasn't difficult.

If I found anything difficult, it was detaching myself from the real countryside to create a fictional one.  I also found it a bit difficult to write prose.  Dialogue came easily.  It conveyed the minds of the characters.  But if I remember the first draft of "that book", that too was heavy on dialogue.  I only created greater prose on the second draft.  What will happen when I start editing for the second draft of Stone Dead is anyone's guess.  It's a novella; the rules are a little different.  Which brings me to the 'cooling off period'.

Mr King advocates that I should put my 1st draft away for at least 6 weeks before looking to review it.  At that point, I should read it through myself, make all the grammatical, spelling and other no-brainer corrections I can find as well as look to remove 10% of what I've written.  (Remember:  he was once advised that 2nd Draft = 1st Draft - 10%.)  Once that's done, then I can let my Ideal Reader loose on my work.

Well, 6 weeks takes me up to 6th December.  I will set a reminder on my calendar and see what I think then.

In the meantime, Mr King advocates having a celebration of some kind.  Not being a drinker, it won't involve alcohol.  I would order pizza but it's off my agenda after the stomach upset I had last night and my continuing dental issues.  Maybe I'll just have a Jaffa Cake...or twelve.

As a parting thought, maybe I'll get to start my 2nd draft whilst having my tooth extracted.  Won't that be fun?


Saturday, 13 October 2018

St Peter & St Paul, Stondon Massey, Essex

St Peter & St Paul, Stondon Massey, Essex. (c) Philip McDonnell 2014

You will come to learn that I spend a lot of time visiting, exploring and photographing churches that still contain some material fabric from the Saxon to 12th century.  Whether you have any belief or not, they are fascinating buildings with stories extending back over 1000 years.

Today, my wife and I escaped the hot, polluted air of East London and headed out into the Essex countryside.  We didn't go far really.  Initially, we had only intended to go to Wanstead to visit the Oxfam Bookshop (I got a bargain there) and have lunch.  However, despite a breeze, the traffic was quite intense and the air stale.  So we skipped the lunch idea and drifted through Epping and Chipping Ongar on our way for tea and cake at Megarry's, a delightfully quirky antiques and tea room in Blackmore.

As we meandered, we happened to pass St Peter and St Paul's church at Stondon Massey (although it's a good half mile or so outside the modern village) and noticed it was open.  That was an immediate cause to stop for exploration and photos.  I know we stopped and looked at the outside in 2014 when I was occasionally using my wife's Canon.  But this was an opportunity to get inside.

This church, dating from around 1100AD, has endured the reconstructions of the ages like most.  The external walls were rendered in a typical act of protection of what is clearly a beautifully patterned exterior constructed of tufa, Roman tile-brick and flint (see below).
The gable of the nave, Roman tile-brick forming a saw-tooth pattern. (c) Philip McDonnell, 2018

Inside, the main feature is the timber structure supporting the bell-turret.  I was once told this is a common feature in poorer churches and was omni-present by 1600.  Whether that's true or not, I cannot say as I haven't researched it.  (It's later than my period of interest, after all.)  What is unusual as far as I am concerned is that the structure is free-standing, only being tied in at the roof.  I have never seen this in a church before.

The timber structure supporting the bell turret built inside the older stonework. (c) Philip McDonnell, 2018
Close-up of the bell turret support framework. (c) Philip McDonnell, 2018
Elsewhere, the features are comparatively few as the building has a large Victorian vaulted extension that was originally a mortuary chapel (I didn't photograph it, sorry) but is now where Sunday school appears to be taught.  Apparently, it's very cold in winter - which is why it was a mortuary chapel!  The chancel arch was removed when the extensions were done so any 12th century features have long since gone.  The only ones left are the south entrance door and some small windows typical of Saxo-Norman architecture.
The Saxo-Norman doorway. (c) Philip McDonnell, 2018

One final photo is of the carved lectern that stands besides the pulpit.  One of the ladies in the church said it's not used today but, again, it is far from the usual type of lectern I've seen in so many other churches.
The lectern.  The side to the left is carved with a sheath of wheat and the word Christis. (c) Philip McDonnell, 2018


Until next time...

Friday, 12 October 2018

On Writing: New Ideas, New Story

Tree in the moat of Brough Castle, Westmorland. (C) Philip McDonnell 2018

My last post was on Stephen King's On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft, a welcome comrade in arms when it comes to writing.  Since then I have been quiet on the blogging front.  "Why's that?" you cry,  all one of my readers.  "It's because I've been writing...and it's not medieval historical fiction!"

Yes, it's true; I have been writing and it's because I was inspired by our holiday landscape and Mr King's advice.

That last post was written in Lanercost in Cumbria where myself and my wife spent two whole weeks relaxing, reading (obviously), visiting various places from Kendal in the south to South Shields in the East.  Hmm, confusing that.  We also ate a substantial amount of Kendal cake:  the ice-white one, not chocolate-covered version.  Not good for a diabetic...but it was lovely.

(Top-tip: we found the best - that is, cheapest - place to buy Kendal cake was Tebay Services at Junction 37 of the M6!)

We chose Cumbria this year because neither of us had ever been there (other than to pass through on the train as we headed to Gretna for a family wedding).

My wife loves loves prehistory and had discovered the whole northwest of England is rich in henges, circles, megaliths and suchlike.  I'm just always happiest in hills, mountains and woodland and Cumbria, Westmorland, and Lakeland has all of that and more - along with a lot of sheep.

The unexpected bonus was being inspired to write something new, modern and almost a complete departure from my usual historic haunts. (Although this tale includes numerous references to pre-history in a sinister sort of way).  And in the last half of our holiday, that energy to write was amazing.

I haven't been so inspired to write for years.  There was a buzz.  A short(ish) story based around the discovery of an excarnated skeleton in a copse where there was a megalith and the ensuing police investigation.  I was achieving around 2000 words a day (Mr King would be proud) and not back-tracking to edit.  By the time we left on the Friday morning there were almost 6,000 words in the Scrivener file.  (Currently, the total stands at nearly 13,000 but my working day coupled with emergency dentistry, A& E and everything else has reduced my daily count to 1,000 words tops and meant that I have had to go back and edit as the ideas flow and formulate.  As Mr King noted (in a summarised fashion):  plotting is for dullards.

The working title is Stone Dead.  I'll keep you posted.  Now a photo of (Long Meg and) Her Sisters.

A few of the Sisters of Long Meg. (c) Philip McDonnell, 2018




Tuesday, 2 October 2018

On Writing by Stephen King

This is not a critical review of Stephen King's On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft.  There is a lot of sensible, pragmatic advice in this book that takes a would-be author through the whole process of writing from 1st Draft to Publication.  Much of this I have learned over the years and won't bore you with a detailed account.  No, this post is about what I've taken from this work that will help me move forward in my own writing.

The first 118 pages of On Writing are a brief, self-effacing autobiography to 1997.  It is his "CV".  It even covers his descent into alcoholism, drug dependancy and rehabilitation.  It's to the point, frequently profane and rather funny.  It is also somewhat sad when he says he barely remembers writing Cujo because of his addictions [1].  It is an insight into the man and how he is going to deliver his wisdom.  (There are another 22 pages starting after his wisdom, at p.305, that cover the period from being hit by a truck, sustaining a medical dictionary's worth of hideous injuries and his remarkably rapid to returning to work some months later whereafter he finished this book.)

The next section is the "Toolbox".  In 36 pages, he uses the carpenter's tray toolbox metaphor to go through the fundamentals of English language - top tray: vocabulary and grammar; second tray: elements of writing style, etc.  It rattles those universal schoolboy hates:  not repeating a word on the page that's been used in a previous sentence or paragraph, and; remembering the technical names for parts of sentences that serve no purpose in adult life unless you intend to teach English.  Reading that short section made me aware that I still consciously abide by those grammar school rules and edit repeatedly to remove duplications, adverbial abominations and clichés.  I've done it here, several times.

Toolbox open, so to speak, Mr King then commences his approach to the mastery of the craft.

Inevitably, he starts with the obvious great commandment of many authors:  read and read a lot [2].  Epic fail there then.  I am a poor reader.  No, I'm an abysmal reader.  Stephen King says he's a poor reader and yet he gets through about 70 to 80 books a year, mostly fiction [3].  I normally only get through one, maybe two.  For someone who writes fiction, that is appalling.  Of course, I read plenty of academic papers and non-fiction texts for research but I need to remember that I am writing fiction.  My wife has been telling me for ages that I am not writing a research paper.  Mr King makes the same comment later in his text [4].

In actuality, it has been a bit of an extraordinary year on the fiction reading front in that I've read three novels already - two of Bernard Cornwell's Last Kingdom series and Graham Greene's masterpiece, The Power and the Glory.  I also started a fourth in May (that shall remain nameless) but only got to page 14 before my intolerance of poor research had me ruing the £3.99 I had spent on it (3 for 2 deal at Tesco, the other two books being for my wife).  There is also a fifth historical novel by an author I've never heard of that will be started today.  We'll see how that goes.

If I'm truthful, I find reading historical fiction rather hard.  This is in part because it's for pleasure, not learning.  Yet, as long as I am enjoying the story, why should I crave facts?  Well, because they add tangible anchors to my vision of the world being portrayed and if they're wrong, I am jarred, sometimes deeply irritated.  The Last Kingdom series, for instance, creates a believable vision of 9th Century England even though I know Cornwell bends historical facts to fit his storylines.  Often, in the epilogues, he freely admits what he's contorted.  That's fine because I didn't notice so it didn't mar my enjoyment.  Many years ago, Ellis Peters achieved the same ensorcelling with Cadfael when I knew far less than I do today and I loved them just as much.  Ignorance was indeed bliss.  But there are works that fail miserably and I could throw straight into the bin; the one I bought in Tesco being a prime example.  Mr King, however, maintains that if I had despatched the accomplished author's drivel to a charity shop, I would have missed an opportunity to learn how not to write.  Style, capability to describe people and scenes, write dialogue, set pace and characterise will develop the more I read - even the rubbish.  Further, the more I read, the more I will learn what aspects of my genre have not already been 'have-at-you'd' to death in a stampede of cliché (insert ROFL emoji of your choice and frequency).

Moving on, Mr King concurs with just about every other writing guide that you need a dedicated writing space.  He recommends it should be free of distractions:  phones, TVs, even views out the window and, vitally, be a room with a lockable door to get that spontaneous, energy-filled first draft down uninterrupted [5] .  He does allow music into his writing room which suits me.  For him it's groups like Metallica.  Mine tend to be more folky, ethereal, echoing a medieval or Arabian feel like Jethro Tull, Loreena McKennitt and some Ritchie Blackmore's Rainbow.  He also agrees with learned counsel that it is essential to have the commitment to set daily minimum word-count targets.   He aims for 2,000 words per 3 hour morning stint which produces a 180,000 word novel in three months.  That velocity seems daunting to me.  I have done 2,000 words and more in a morning but not day in day out.  The energy must be incredible.  He even notes that he was on fire when he wrote The Running Man and completed that in a week [6]!

One of the frequent pieces of advice given to budding authors is: "write what you know".  Whilst not absolutely against it, he recommends you write whatever you like as long as it is believable.  He's adamant about believability.  He says readers switch off if the characters or story cease to have any credibility.  He returns to this absolute when discussing description, dialogue, characterisation, symbolism and theme.  It doesn't mean don't only write what you know but if your writing a murder mystery, it seems highly unlikely you will have much real world experience unless you are a) the murderer;  b) the detective or c) Kathy Reichs (who trained FBI agents in the recovery of human remains and was a consultant forensic anthropologist to North Carolina before Déja Dead shot her to authorial fame in 1997).  It's common sense really.  In my case, fortunately for my readership, Quantity Surveying didn't exist in the 12th century so I'm going to have to rely upon what I know about medieval construction instead.  Ah, you cry, but didn't Ken Follett do that in Pillars of the Earth and World Without End?  Oh.  Yes.  Bugger.  Just as well that building is incidental to all but one of my forthcoming trilogy.  (Trilogy? Insert more ROFL and rolling eyes emojis of your choice.)

Moving swiftly on...

The further I got into On Writing, the more I found myself liking Mr King's approach.  The first major plus came when he wrote do not to get hung up on the plot.  (Yes!)  He says plot "is a good writer's last resort and a dullard's first choice" [7].  He doesn't hate plotting.  He does it where necessary but he calls it various derogatory names including tyrannical and the jackhammer of writing:  clumsy, mechanical and anti-creative [8].  After all, he says, our lives are plotless [8].  It was quite a relief to see this put so succinctly.  I never had a concrete plot for Broken Bonds:  my characters had situations through which they told the story.  The first draft grew organically.  In places it was perfect, evocative, emotional.  In others, ludicrously lacking.

This leads him on to say that he doesn't always know exactly how his stories end either.  (Yes again!)  I have worried about weak endings and no endings for years.  Finally, I have a world-renowned author saying why be a control freak; the ending will come out somewhere? [10]

So, having spent years thinking I need a clear plot and definitive ending, I now know it is not an absolute. These are the two key points I will take from this book to move my own work forward.

To finish off then, Stephen King has created an easy, engaging take on the 'how to write' genre.  Often, such books are too academic.  This is sensible, enlightening, irreverent, profane and packed full of anecdotes.  It is clearly the best creative writing book I have read, far more engaging than Natalie Goldberg's Writing Down the Bones and less woo-woo than Julia Cameron's more broad-spectrum Artist's Way.  It is also clear to me that there is absolutely nothing wrong with my approach to writing other than I don't read anywhere near enough fiction and don't write every day.

1. King, Stephen, On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft, p.110, New English Library, Hodder & Stoughton. 2001
2. Ibid, p.164
3. Ibid.
4. Ibid, p.277
5. Ibid, p.178
5. Ibid, p.175
6. Ibid, p.189
7. Ibid.
8. Ibid, p.188
9. Ibid, p.190