Brook Cottage Brooks is thrilled to welcome Ellie Field to the blog. Ellie has kindly written a guest post. There is also a giveaway at the end!
Breaking the rules
The problem with writing a book I've found - or maybe this is just me -
is that when I sit down to work on one book, another four ideas immediately pop
into my head. Those ideas, naturally, suddenly seem much more appealing and exciting
than the book I'm working on at the time!
I suspect though if I did switch my attention to one of those other ideas,
even more ideas would pop into my
head. I suspect this is one of those writer-like quirks, otherwise known as
having an overactive imagination! When this happens, I make myself jot down
these oh-so-fantastic ideas, and then I explore them after I've finished the book I'm working on. It's a rule I've
always stuck to.
However, I must confess something: I broke this rule when it came to Geli Voyante's Hot or Not, my new book
that's out now. I was twelve or thirteen chapters into the first draft of The Dirtification of Tabitha-Rose - out
in 2014, along with the sequel to my first book Kept - when inspiration for Geli
Voyante's Hot or Not struck. The characters of Geli and Tiggy seemed so
vivid and alive that I knew I had to (temporarily) abandon Tabitha and turn my
attention to this new book.
It's not the only rule I broke. The one thing I love about writing is having
the freedom to make anything happen and, in that sense, it's definitely OK to
break the rules of reality. In Geli
Voyante's Hot or Not, for example, the story revolves around rivals Geli
and Tiggy who have similar taste in men, plus they also work for the same publishing
family in the Gherkin... Of course there are no newspapers or magazines who
have a home in the Gherkin, but that's what I mean about having the freedom to
make anything happen and breaking rules - anything you can imagine is possible,
even if it's not the case in real life.
I can't think of anything better than using my imagination and pen to make
wonderful stories happen, even if I do get distracted by other book ideas. I'm
glad I broke my own rule in this case though and immediately started working on
Geli, and I hope that everyone loves Geli
Voyante's Hot or Not as much as I loved writing it.
Do you have any writing rules?
About the Author
Elle Field is a twenty-something chick lit author who lives in South London
with her boyfriend. She enjoys exploring and photographing Blighty's capital,
seeing far too many musicals, and eating her way around London's culinary
delights.
Her debut novel
Kept was released earlier this year, and her next novel Geli Voyante's
Hot or Not will
be published on October 17th in Kindle and paperback formats. Watch
out in 2014 for the release of Kept's sequel, as well as The Dirtification of Tabitha-Rose.
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You can read Elle's literary, London and life
adventures on her blog: http://www.ellefield.co.uk
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Follow her on Twitter: @ellefie
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Like her on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/ellefieldauthor
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Connect with her on Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7060681.Elle_Field
Geli Voyante's Hot or Not blurb:
'I think I will always be
known as the Hot or Not girl, defined by it for the rest of my career. Even my
tombstone will read: Angelica “Geli” Voyante, beloved trendsetter. Death? Not Hot.
Yet, it doesn’t sound right. Why won’t anyone realise that there is more to me than this fickle persona I have inadvertently become?'
Geli Voyante is bored of being the Hot or Not girl, even if it has the perk of sitting next to Theo, the newspaper's very Hot political columnist. She's also getting a little lonely being single.
When her arch-nemesis Tiggy Boodles gets engaged, and other loved ones start to settle down, it's time for Geli to convince Theo that she’s not as shallow as her column suggests and, more importantly, she’s the one for him. Geli should remember though that there are always two sides to every story, and that applies to people too...
Yet, it doesn’t sound right. Why won’t anyone realise that there is more to me than this fickle persona I have inadvertently become?'
Geli Voyante is bored of being the Hot or Not girl, even if it has the perk of sitting next to Theo, the newspaper's very Hot political columnist. She's also getting a little lonely being single.
When her arch-nemesis Tiggy Boodles gets engaged, and other loved ones start to settle down, it's time for Geli to convince Theo that she’s not as shallow as her column suggests and, more importantly, she’s the one for him. Geli should remember though that there are always two sides to every story, and that applies to people too...
Elle’s first book, Kept, has 31 reviews on Amazon UK and is
rated 4.5. You can read the reviews on
Amazon here
Geli Voyante is bored of being the Hot or Not girl, even
if it has the perk of sitting next to the very Hot political columnist, Theo.
Spurred on by her arch-nemesis Tiggy Boodles’ engagement, can Geli convince
Theo she’s not as shallow as her column and, more importantly, she’s the one
for him?
Excerpt
Computer loaded. Connect to Internet. Facebook. Log-in. Password: Toblerone. Let’s just have a little scroll down my News Feed.
“Claire Voyante is listed in a relationship with David
Sinclair” – ooh! Claire has a new boyfriend. Bitch! He has no chance though
because she’ll never marry someone called Sinclair to become “Claire Sinclair”.
It’s stupider than Claire Voyante. There’s a mini-picture of the two of them.
Looks kind of geeky – exactly her type then. Boring. I know they won’t last, so
I don’t care… Much.
Scroll down some more.
“Glinda Rosenberg wrote on your wall. 9.13 a.m.”
Excellent! Glinda is my very best friend and no doubt has
messaged me to arrange lunch, even though we live together and saw each at
breakfast – the reason I was late for work… again. We easily lose track of time
when we’re together and we always arrange our lunches over Facebook because it
helps waste the morning away. I’m just about to click “view wall-to-wall” when
something catches my eye and I frantically, and quite manically, scroll down.
Run mouse, run!
Fuck.
It can’t be… it is: “Tiggy Boodles is engaged to Calvin
Murphy-Lee.”
“Millicent ‘Lily’ Jackson is engaged to Jasper Jenkins.”
“Sarah Simmons is engaged to Toby Holton.”
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Three! Three in one day! This cannot be happening to me.
Especially not Tiggy. Why, oh why, Tiggy? I didn’t even know she was seeing
someone seriously.
Lately, I’ve noticed this a lot though. All my so-called
friends are getting engaged, settling down, beginning the cosy coupledom of
married life, until death (or divorce) do they part. Each time I see an
announcement, a little part of me dies. Each time, I can’t refrain from
thinking, but what about me?
Not that I actually think “what about me?” because what they
are doing is just Not Hot. I should know, I declared it so. Everyone knows that grown-up life begins
at twenty-five. Before that you are still a child. You wouldn’t let a three
year old child get married; equally,
you shouldn’t let a twenty-three year old child
get married. These may be adult bodies we inhabit but on the inside we’re no
better than toddlers. Until twenty-five, that is.
I mean, everyone
agreed I was right to declare paying back student loans at above £15,000
earnings wasn’t Not Hot. Changing the requisite to over twenty-five gives the
post-uni people time to sort their lives out and allows a greater chance at
getting a foot on the housing ladder (house prices aren’t Hot either). It
allows the opportunity to deal with silly credit card debt without the
additional worry of student loan debt. This break would boost the overall
economy and make a better Britain, or at least that’s what Jerry (real name Ben
Anderson; Ben and Jerry) declared to
me after he read that particular Saturday column-inclusion.
Jerry is the Economist columnist and whereas Theo is Hot,
Jerry’s gay. We are beyond looks. But, at least he makes sense when he talks,
doesn’t mind me calling him Jerry, and calls my column “inspired” – far more
flattering than Theo’s grimace.
I suppose I can just about cope with Lily and Sarah’s
engagements, but Tiggy... I cannot accept that she… she is getting married.
Tiggy Boodles is my arch-nemesis. She cannot be getting
married for legitimate reasons because she is incapable of love. This is a spite
campaign against me so she can declare in her pathetic rip-off column that I
was wrong and weddings for the under twenty-fives are Hot. But, if she hadn’t got some poor schmuck to agree to marry
her – and I bet she cajoled him into proposing – she wouldn’t be saying that. I
bet this Calvin Murphy-Lee person did not drop to one knee or, if he did, it
was only because Tiggy was gripping his arm tightly with her talon-grip and
pushing him to the ground.
Tiggy Boodles is your classic airhead. She is blonde to my
brunette; orange to my human-colour; a copy-cat to my creative – proved by her
rip-off column: “Fab or Faux”. Sound familiar? Week-in, week-out, she declares
my column as faux. She likes broken, low-quality records as you’ve probably gathered.
It’s funny though as I’m the one with all the awards… and my own boobs. There’s
nothing faux or unnatural about me… unlike the silicon in her.
In public however, it’s a different story. There are
air-kisses for the silly cameras that inevitably seem to follow Tiggy Boodles
around like the poop (not the scoop) she is. For the record, the air-five is the Hot way to greet friends
and enemies alike. She schizophrenically acts like we’re best buddies because
we both hail from the same hometown of Durban, South Africa, we both attended
the same university here in the UK – Leeds – and we now both live in London, where
we write a similar column, in the same publishing family. I quickly, and rather
unnecessarily add, my column is far superior, but as we both work in the New News family and with New News being big on family values,
bizarrely they encourage this deluded, juxtaposed rivalry in the spirit of sisterly banter. They think it’s great.
Newspaper talk for: we sell copies.
To me though, despite what senior management may say, Tiggy
Boodle is faux and I hate her. She is nothing but a parasite whose favourite
activity is replicating my life to torture me. Go figure.
It’s wasn’t always like this. Once upon a time, back in Durban,
we were best friends. Inseparable in and around The Berea, the neighbourhood
where we both lived. Even though we were in different houses at school, we were
still inseparable. Inseparable. Up
until the point she stole my childhood sweetheart, Eric Nevis, in a move that
divided the loyalties of our year group at Durban Girls’ College and then we
were never found in the same vicinity again. Even though our worlds collided
practically every day and we shared the same physical space, we were operating on different levels. That made it like we weren’t in the same place, even if she
was standing two metres away or sharing a desk with me in class. The girls’
loyalties may have been divided, but the teachers didn’t care. Hence, the
forced desk sharing.
Eric later cheated on her – he slept around, especially with
the tourists frequenting the Golden Mile – and, to my great delight, gave her a
nasty disease. It gets better. He then told everyone the real reason why he dumped her instead of covering it up with social
niceties. Fantastic! Even if he had left me for Tiggy I instantly forgave him
for that.
Every so often, I like to include STI’s in my column as Not
Hot. It gives me great satisfaction to know I’m subtly, but publicly, making a
dig at Tiggy. Better still, she knows it. It also wins me brownie points with
the adults because I have a huge teen following and it promotes me as a modern
day heroine for promoting safe sex. Ha! And it’s all thanks to Tiggy Boodles
for being a cheating, phoney slut. It kills her to know that.
However, Tiggy Boodles may be a cheating, phoney slut, but
she is a cheating, phoney slut who is now engaged. That smarts. More so than
when she enticed Eric away from me using the lure of cheap sex. I cannot
believe a girl of her dubious morals is getting married before I am to this Calvin
person, whoever this deluded Calvin person is. Quasimodo’s uglier brother,
perhaps?
Quick! Click on Calvin’s name. Excellent, his profile isn’t
limited!
Oh dear… Oh dear, dear, dear… This is not good. This is not
good at all.
Name: Calvin Murphy-Lee
Sex: Male
Interested in: Women
Relationship Status: Engaged to Tiggy Boodles
Birthday: 16th January, 1977
Hometown: Windsor, Berkshire
And, oh my, he’s Hot.
Click, “view more photos”.
Crap. He is deliciously hot. Life is truly not fair. How is
Tiggy Boodles, Tiggy Boodles of all people, engaged to a deliciously hot,
thirty year old City boy who is probably worth millions by now and who, worst
of all, looks nice? Not just nice in
the looks sense, but like a nice person.
He’s tagged in an album entitled “Christmas with Shelter”. Calvin
has sacrificed his Christmas Day to
help others out and, by the looks of it, not only is this a regular Christmas
occurrence, it seems Mr Murphy-Lee helps out all year round. I suspect he
doesn’t do this to impress people either. I can tell this because he isn’t
posing in any of the photos in the “look at me, look at me” manner I equate
with Tiggy. He looks oblivious in fact.
How on earth has the evilest, most selfish girl in both hemispheres managed to snag a
gorgeous, rich, nice man? How has she
done it? She hates the homeless. She hates charity work. I mean, I suspect she
even hates her own mother (justifiable, I’ve met Ursula), so what on earth has
he seen in her? If it is true, if she really has managed to capture this man’s
heart – let me face the gutting truth for one moment here, she has
uncharacteristically kept quiet about him which smacks that this is probably
the real deal – then where is my Calvin Murphy-Lee? This makes no sense
whatsoever.
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