2024 Week 16: Where do I begin …

One of the most common questions writers get asked is ‘Where do you get your story ideas from?’ The truth is, they can come from anywhere. And for me at least, they’re often quite small things that grow and evolve into a story. Sometimes they are lost in the process.

In my experience, the beginning of a story is like finding one piece of a jigsaw puzzle. Something about it grabs your attention. So much so that you begin to wonder what might connect to it and you start searching in your imagination for those other pieces.

Sometimes the first piece you discover is at the heart of the final picture. Sometimes it ends up a minor detail almost lost among the other pieces.

I used to love doing jigsaw puzzles when I was young but the difference between those puzzles and putting together a novel is that for a novel you don’t get all the pieces at the start. You have to find them.

Also at the start you don’t get a picture to guide you of what the completed puzzle is supposed to look like. You have to figure all that out as you go along.

Here’s a brief guide to the ‘jigsaw puzzle pieces’ that started my stories.

Beginning: A childhood memory.The first line of the book mentions silkworms. That was the first jigsaw puzzle piece of the story – a childhood memory of looking for silkworms on the mulberry in our backyard. I didn’t find any and I was frustrated and disappointed. That same afternoon my older brother came home from a friend’s house with a shoebox filled with silkworms. It was an Ashgrovian miracle! Somehow that memory grew into a story about a lonely teenage boy, a damaged Vietnam vet and a man bent out of shape by an unbearable tragedy.

Beginning: A picture and a line from a book. I had a still image from the movie version of MOBY DICK on my noticeboard. The famous first line of the novel is ‘Call me Ishmael.” I looked at it one day and imagined a boy complaining, ‘Don’t call me Ishmael! A three book series came from that thought.

Beginning: A movie. I was watching an old film on TV that was set in the Middle Ages and featured a dragon. The dragon looked a bit like a dinosaur. I began to wonder if the fables about dinosaurs could have come from people actually seeing a dinosaur. Question: How would a dinosaur get to the Middle Ages? Answer: Time travel of course!

Beginning: A name. Out on a walk the name Mr Mosely came into my head as a good name for a dog. I don’t know why. But it made me wonder what a dog with that name would look like. It also made me think of the dogs I had grown up with and their stories. Some of them were funny, some were sad and some were weird. There would end up being a particular reason why the dog in the story was called Mr Mosely, but I had no idea what that was at the start.

Beginning: An ending. A scene came to me involving a man and teenage girl. They had a fractured relationship. His was either the step-father or the mother’s new partner. They are confronted in a fish and chip shop by a violent, drunken, aggressive bikie. It’s a dangerous situation and they have to work together and trust each other in order to escape. It heals their fracture. I then wrote a whole story where that would be the final scene. It didn’t work. The ending no longer suited the story and characters I’d created. The final scene of the published novel still involves a confrontation with a bikie but it’s a very different one.

Beginning: A teenage memory. I was out walking (again!) and for some reason I was thinking of a time when I was in my late teens at the University of Qld and I was in the foyer of the Schonell Theatre waiting for a movie to start. I was watching the other students as they drifted through the door to buy their tickets. There was a girl I liked from one of my tutorials and I was kind of hoping she might walk through. Spoiler Alert: She didn’t! I began imagining someone else in that position desperately hoping for a ‘special’ person to enter who ends up with someone entirely different – the ‘wrong’ girl.

Beginning: A typing mistake and a title. Instead of writing ‘epic fail’ in a social media post I wrote ‘eric fail’. My daughter Meg noticed it and said is sounded like a character from one of my books. That led me to thinking of a book title – Eric Vale Epic Fail. Six books resulted from this and I got to work with my son Joe as illustrator.

Beginning: A previous piece of writing. I was asked to write a story for this series, so unlike all the other examples this didn’t start with me just stumbling across a jigsaw puzzle piece that developed into a story. On this occasion I went looking for an idea for a story. I ended up adapting a humorous article I’d written years before for an online writing school. It was about the battles my wife and I had with a very determined scrub turkey. I made it more child centered.

Beginning: A previous story. The very first thing I tried to write was a picture book about a little boy who loved drawing and dinosaurs and who unsuccessfully tries to draw a T-Rex and gets upset. It was based on my son Joe who loved (loves) both those things. The only difference was that in real life Joe could actually draw an excellent T-Rex! That picture book never got published but years later when I was thinking about it I imagined Joe getting upset (losing it) not because of a bad drawing but because he lost his favourite pencil. The double meaning really appealed to me. Then of course, I turned Joe into a rabbit!

Which just leaves the two pictures books due out sometime next year.

The first story was inspired by an illustration on a web page. The owner of that webpage I’m happy to say is now in the process of illustrating the book.

And the second story was inspired by a phrase spoken by a character from a novel. In fact from one of those books shown above.

So yeah, story ideas really can come from anywhere. What about you? Where have yours come from?

Cheers
Michael

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2024 Week 15: Dog Tales

Well it’s Thursday and I normally post my weekly Blogs on Mondays but … yeah this week I forgot, didn’t I.

But I do have an excuse! We’ve been down in Melbourne for nearly a fortnight staying with my daughter’s family and only flew back this week.

In Melbourne we spent a lot of our time with our two gorgeous, non-stop grand-children. Some of that time involved re-watching some of our favourite BLUEY episodes as well as catching up with the most recent ones.

What a brilliant series BLUEY is! Such a rarity for a show to appeal to three generations and bring so much laughter and joy, along with plenty of happy and sad tears, to adults and kids alike. It deserves every acclaim it receives. I love it.

Now we are back home in BRISBANE and in case you didn’t know, Brisbane of course is also the home city of Bluey and the Heeler family. So it’s always fun to watch the show and spot local landmarks and to see settings and places you instantly recognise like South Bank and the City Skyline.

In fact the suburb I grew up in, the suburb where my wife and I met as teachers and where we mainly raised our children – ASHGROVE – features prominently in the BLUEY series as do the surrounding suburbs of Bardon (my wife’s home suburb), Paddington, Red Hill, the Brisbane CBD and other areas of South East Queensland.

Here are just some favourite examples.

Our previous house was in Hawthorne Ave Ashgrove about 100 meters from the Golden Crown Restaurant in Waterworks Road (now closed down) where Bandit takes the girls one episode for a chaotic takeaway pick-up. We also used to get takeaways there and from the Fish and Chip and Indian shops beside it.

The library the Heelers go to is the council one in Ashgrove. It’s our local library and when it first opened (back in the late 60s I think it was) my sister Helen was one of the librarians there.

The playground where Bandit takes Bluey for her bike riding lesson is based on Woolcock Park at Red Hill. We’ve taken the grand-kids there.

The hardware store Hammerbarn that the Heelers go to is based on Bunnings at Keperra. We’ve also shopped there. And in an example of life imitating art recently Keperra Bunnings was temporarily transformed into Hammerbarn! They quickly sold out of gnomes.

And of course it was great to see that like us the Heelers are big supporters of the MIGHTY MAROONS of Queensland!

But that’s not all. I have some other (very tenuous) connections to the Bluey universe!

The first is that JOE BRUMM the incredible creator of Bluey did his secondary schooling at Marist College Ashgrove – and so did I (albeit decades apart!). I also taught at Marist Ashgrove when Joe would have been in Year 11 and 12. (I don’t recall coming across him at all but surely it’s possible I could have inspired him from a distance!)

A second connection is that like Joe Brumm, I also wrote a story about a dog, which although nowhere near as astronomically successful as Bluey, was a Honour Book in the CBCA Awards, won a Queensland Premiers Literary Award and made its way to some other countries. (By the way, if by some miracle you are reading this Joe, I’d like to make it clear that Mr Mosely is very open to a guest appearance on your show at any time! I’d suggest you get your people to call my people except I don’t have people so I’m guessing that they probably wouldn’t answer.)

A third tenuous connection is that my story The Running Man is also set in Ashgrove. So I’d like to think that I’ve also done my little bit to promote my home suburb overseas, particularly in Germany where the book has been used as an exam text over the years. (Images of pages below featuring Ashgrove are from a wonderful German language study guide by Thorsten Utter and Elinor Matt)

All of which goes to prove that I’m basically the poor man’s answer to BLUEY.

Daaah Da Da Dah Da Daa Dah Dar Da! (Or something like that.)

Cheers
Michael

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2024 Week 14: In which I tip my hat to illustrators.

Over the last few weeks I’ve been receiving rough drafts of the illustrations for the two Pictures Books I’ve written. They are both due out next year. The illustrations are now being adjusted and refined following reactions, comments and suggestions from my editor, my publisher and myself.

The drawings are still just black and white sketches at this stage, but both illustrators are doing a wonderful job of bringing the story and characters to life. It’s always great to see such talented people adding their own ideas, interpretations and special creativity to something you’ve written and making it better and more than it was.

I am in awe of picture book illustrators and it made me think of the very first thing I ever wrote and sent away. I even attempted the illustrations. Not always a good idea.

I’ve blogged about it previously so I’ve updated it a little and included it below:

My first and attempt at writing anything for possible publication was a picture book was called Joseph’s Discovery.

The story was about a little boy called Joseph (what a shock!) who was obsessed by dinosaurs and dreamed of discovering a dinosaur of his own. In the story Joseph attempts to draw his favourite dinosaur, a T-Rex, with some surprising and alarming results.

The book was inspired by my son Joe who loved dinosaurs and who, at Kindy, when others kids were drawing stick figures and mutant-looking cats and dogs, was drawing anatomically correct T-Rexes etc. At one stage he also started a journal where he was attempting to draw every individual dinosaur bone in every dinosaur known to science and label it with its correct scientific name.  Joe was a constant source of amazement and wonder to Ard and me. He still is.

As well as writing the words I also added simple pencil sketches just to show how I thought the story would work. Here are two pages from near the beginning.

Every day Joseph read his dinosaur books, sang his dinosaur songs and played his dinosaur games. Sometimes, he even became a dinosaur.

 

And every night Joseph dreamed of discovering his own dinosaur …

 I liked the story and it was fun creating it. Unfortunately though it was rejected (along with some encouraging words) by each of the four or five publishers I sent it to. I didn’t have the confidence to send it to any more. 

Reading it now I think I know why it was rejected. Or at least, I can see things in it I would change to improve its chances of publication. These days too, I understand a bit more about how expensive picture books are to produce and why many are written but few are chosen. I realise too, that I’m no Shaun Tan. Or any of the illustrators my books have been blessed for that matter. 

In the end, I made a special, one of a kind, picture book just for my special, one of a kind, son. And Joe’s always loved it.

Gotta be happy with that.

Cheers
Michael

 
 

 

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2024 Week 13: Winners are grinners (hopefully).

COMPETITION NEWS!

Congratulations to Jill and Anon who entered the DCM Ishmael competition via the comments. A copy of the new edition will be coming to each of you shortly.

As well as that, two more copies will be heading off to Chantal and Abbie who contacted me via other means because apparently there was some difficulty uploading comments.


And since today is the actual release date of the new edition (Yep, no joke, April 1st) maybe it’s time for a trip down memory lane.

Following DCM Ishmael’s shortlisting for the CBCA Book of the Year for Older Readers, it won both the South Australian Festival Award for Children’s Literature and the Children’s Peace Literature Award and I got to appear in the paper alongside Gregory Peck. Didn’t see that coming.

And here’s my Acceptance Speech for Children’s Peace Literature Award in 2007

I want to start off with a confession if I may. I just hope it doesn’t disqualify me from being able to receive this wonderful award. My confession is this: when I was a young boy I didn’t dream of being a writer – that came later when I left school. I’m afraid that my ultimate goal in life in Primary school was to be a Samurai Warrior and failing that I wanted to be a Ninja. Probably not a good start for someone receiving a Peace prize.

The reason that I wanted to be a Samurai Warrior was because when I was young my favourite TV show was called The Samurai. It was set in Medieval Japan and followed a Samurai called Shintaro as he battled clans of bad Ninjas with the help of his trusty side-kick a good ninja called Tombei the Mist. I wanted to be Shintaro. That was my dream.

And I have to confess that I wanted to be a Samurai warrior so much that I made myself a long samurai sword out of wood and every afternoon I would come home from school, watch the Samurai and then I’d run back and forth across our yard in Brisbane yelling, screaming, leaping and attacking our Hills Hoist clothesline with my sword. This didn’t help my writing at all but my swordsmanship improved dramatically and I was very confident that if I was ever walking down a dark alley and was set upon by a gang of clotheslines, I could fight them off.

However my dreams of being a Samurai ended one day when a careers man visited our school and when he interviewed me he asked, ‘Michael if you could be anything in the world, in your heart of hearts, what would you be?’ Of course I answered, ‘a samurai warrior.’ The careers man stared at me for a while like I’d just stepped off the alien mother ship, then he looked at my report card and said the most devastating thing I had heard up to that point in my life. He said, ‘Michael, unfortunately you have taken the wrong subjects to be a Samurai – have you ever thought of being an accountant?’

As it turns out I didn’t become an accountant I became a teacher first and then quite recently a writer. This has been a dream come true for me to be able to call myself a writer. I feel blessed to have been given the opportunity to write for a living and on days like today I feel doubly blessed.

I am thrilled and honoured to be receiving the Children’s Peace Literature Award for 2007 for Don’t Call Me Ishmael. It’s an honour just to be included on this year’s award shortlist alongside such a talented group of Australian writers and it’s an honour to receive an award that recognises the power of stories to make a difference in our world.

I would like to pay tribute to the Psychologists for Peace in South Australia and the Australian Psychological Society for their generosity and commitment which have made this award possible and I would like to thank them for their wonderful support of children’s writers in Australia for the last 20 years. These days when we seem to be bombarded with disturbing images of violence on the news, YouTube and other places, the goals set down by Psychologists for Peace of encouraging non-violent means to resolve conflict and of promoting peace at the global, local and interpersonal level have never been more relevant or crucial.

I would also like to thank Omnibus Books and Scholastic Australia for allowing me to send Don’t Call Me Ishmael out into the world. Especially I would like to express my immense gratitude to Dyan Blacklock and Celia Jellett my publisher and my editor at Omnibus books. Those two ladies are the reason I am standing here today.

Finally I’d like to say that I had a great deal of fun writing Don’t Call Me Ishmael and it’s been a joy to find that others have had fun with it too. I am proud that it’s a book that hopefully makes people laugh and I’m also proud that it’s a book that says something about the destructive nature of revenge, the importance of friendship and family and the right of everyone to be accepted for who they are, so that in the words of Herman Melville we might all stand forth our own inexorable selves.

And as for my boyhood dreams of being a Samurai Warrior – well today if I had to choose between being a Samurai and being a writer, I’d choose writer every time. I guess I’ve just discovered what the great people in the Psychologists for Peace group have known all along – that the pen is not just mightier, it is also smarter, more effective and more noble than the sword.  

Cheers
Michael

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