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Hello, and welcome to my first ever blog tour, celebrating Riptide
Publishing’s release of my first ever novel, GLITTERLAND. Yay! Thank
you so much to Pants Off Reviews for hosting me. And, to you, dear
reader, for stopping by. If you’d like to come with me and keep me
company on my virtual wanderings, you can find a full listing of when
and where I am
here.
There’s also some kind of contest type thing
happening. The truth is – and already I reveal the rather limited scope
of my imagination – quite a lot of the incidental things in GLITTERLAND
have a little bit too much reality to them. In the sense that they’re,
cough, in my house. Occasionally about my person. One of the things
that absolutely isn’t about my person, and has always been solely
decorative, is the peacock feather Venetian mask Ash has in his bedroom.
I, too, rather admire the beauty of artificial things. If you’d like to
win this slightly random souvenir, answer the three questions below
(answers in the book) and drop me an
email. I’ll announce the winner a
handful of days after the end of the tour on the 3rd of September.
1. What other peacock feathered themed item does Ash own?
2. What does Darian has tattooed on his hip?
3. What is the name of Chloe’s boutique?
Love Reveals Us
I opened my mouth to say
something—anything—and burst into tears. It was messy and mortifying,
and I’d had no idea I was still capable of it. Pressing both hands to my
mouth in a futile effort to stifle my sobs, I spun away from him. But
the more I tried to compose myself, the less I succeeded, and the worse
it all became. “Oh God. Oh God. I’m so sorry.” It came out a damp and
hopeless garble.
My life had been little more than a parade of
indignities. Mania. Institutionalisation. Drugs. ECT. Depressions so
deep they have flayed my humanity to shreds and patches. The times I’d
wanted to die. The times I’d tried. The doctor who sewed up my arms
without anaesthetic to impress upon me the stupidity of what I had tried
to do.
Yet they all paled to this: weeping my wretched heart out in front of a man who no longer wanted me.
--Somewhere near the end of GLITTERLAND
The ending of GLITTERLAND was the probably the bit of the book that
underwent the greatest number of revisions during the editing process,
and the bit I struggled most to get right. And I can’t really think
about it, or discuss it, without expressing my gratitude to my
absolutely wonderful and brilliant editor, Sarah Frantz. I know my
name’s in shiny letters on the cover but GLITTERLAND really wouldn’t be
the book it is without her. I’m kind of new to this whole writing lark,
but the subtle miracle that is a truly talented editor still kind of
blows my tiny mind. Like, I was pretty happy with GLITTERLAND when I
finished it but, looking back, I kind of feel like I handed Sarah this
roughly hewn lump of a book, and, somehow, she saw more truly and more
clearly than I ever could have done the shape of thing I was ineptly
trying to carve.
Originally, the ending of GLITTERLAND was a lot
more downbeat, and a lot more uncertain. I did know – and I think I
remained true to this through the many, many revisions that followed –
that I didn’t want Ash to “win” Darian. Love isn’t a goldfish you get
for knocking over three coconuts. So I wanted it, ultimately, to be
Darian’s choice. In early drafts, this involved a lot of Ash
explaining why his mental illness made him act like a dickhead, and a
few slightly vague commitments to try and be less of a dickhead in the
future. And I could tell it wasn’t quite right, there was something I
wasn’t
quite getting but, for the life of me, I couldn’t work out
what it was. Sarah kept trying to gently get emotion out of me, but it
just wasn’t happening. I’m English. I don’t really do emotion.
We’d
actually gone through developmental edits (the bit when you’re allowed,
even encouraged, to change the plot) and into line edits (the bit when
you’re really really not) by the time I finally got what Sarah had been
trying to communicate to me all along. There was too much Ash, and not
enough Darian, in that final scene. Essentially, it was playing out
exactly as Ash – as the worst of Ash, the self-deluding, selfish,
frightened part of him – would want. He gave very little, and got
everything he wanted.
And that was also when I realized how much I
… yes me … me at the keyboard … was holding the scene back. I was as
scared as Ash. Probably more because I’m, y’know, a real, alive human.
But I knew, then, two things had to happen in the scene. I knew that
Darian would want, and need, a declaration – an absolutely straight
forward, romance novel approved “I love you”. This was something I’d
actually avoided in the original ending because I’m as cagey around
those three words as Ash is. But it meant Ash was never really taken out
of his comfort zone, just as I was never really taken out of mine.
And,
secondly, I knew Ash had to abandon, or have taken from him, his
dignity and control. Because love is beyond those things, beyond pride
and shame. If you love someone, you have to trust them, and you have to
let them see you. Let them know you. In all the naked ugliness of being
human, and afraid, and full of hope and shame and wanting.
The
vulnerability of that is hard to confront, even in writing. Ironically,
I’m sort of doing it again, and edging unsuccessfully around something
that was quite emotional for me. I suspect like a lot of people, I was
brought up in a certain way, to believe certain things, and to associate
certain expressions and behaviour with weakness. I grow further away
from such ideas with every year at passes, but childhood weeds have
deep, deep roots. So although it was a difficult scene for me to write,
it was also liberating in many ways. I mean Ash is fictional,
obviously, but it was nice to be able to remind myself that
vulnerability isn’t weakness, it’s okay to cry for God’s sake, and if
you love someone you should, y’know, tell them.
About AJH
Alexis Hall was born in the early 1980s and still
thinks the 21st century is the future. To this day, he feels cheated
that he lived through a fin de siècle but inexplicably failed to drink a
single glass of absinthe, dance with a single courtesan, or stay in a
single garret. He can neither cook nor sing, but he can handle a 17th
century smallsword, punts from the proper end, and knows how to hotwire a
car. He lives in southeast England, with no cats and no children, and
fully intends to keep it that way.
You can also find him all over the
internet, on his
website,
twitter, and
goodreads.
About Glitterland
Once the golden boy of the English literary
scene, now a clinically depressed writer of pulp crime fiction, Ash
Winters has given up on love, hope, happiness, and—most of all—himself.
He lives his life between the cycles of his illness, haunted by the
ghosts of other people’s expectations.
Then a chance encounter at
a stag party throws him into the arms of Essex boy Darian Taylor, an
aspiring model who lives in a world of hair gel, fake tans, and fashion
shows. By his own admission,
Darian isn’t the crispest lettuce in
the fridge, but he cooks a mean cottage pie and makes Ash laugh,
reminding him of what it’s like to step beyond the boundaries of
anxiety.
But Ash has been living in his own shadow for so long
that he can’t see past the glitter to the light. Can a man who doesn’t
trust himself ever trust in happiness? And how can a man who doesn’t
believe in happiness ever fight for his own?
You can read an excerpt
and, y’know, cough, buy the book, if you want, at
Riptide Publishing.
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