Happy Friday, amigos.
Confirmed: go watch Catastrophe on Amazon right now. Right. Now.
Have you guys watched UNREAL yet? No? Then why are you reading this? Hurry, right now, run, don’t walk, and – oh, you’re at work? You can’t watch TV at work? Okay. In that case, let’s move on.
The next TV show to watch after UNREAL is THE BRINK.
It’s so good, very fast and sharp and unpredictable, and Tim Robbins is just a delight. I realize calling someone ‘a delight’ makes me sound like an elderly aunt but well, that’s fine and dandy, sugar.
I plan to watch this new Amazon show CATASTROPHE as soon as possible. I hear good things (it’s been out in the UK for ages). Excited.
My favorite moment in While You Were Sleeping.
Earlier today, I was singing ‘Consider Yourself’ to Errol while he did a poo (oh yes, the benefits of working from home are many), and then I said ‘when I was a little girl, I loved that song.’ (actually, I was 15, but musical theatre is REALLY COOL.)
Errol: ‘When you was a little girl, and you was so little just this big’ (holds hand ten inches off the ground) ‘you sang that song?’
Me: ‘Yes, I sang it all the time’
Errol: ‘And you was a little baby and you sang it and i was your mummy?’
Me: ‘Um… no, Grandma was my mummy.’
Errol: ‘I thought i was your mummy. I was the mummy and you was the baby.’
Me: ‘No, I don’t think so. I’m your mummy and Grandma is my mummy.’
Errol: ‘Are you sure you know what you are saying?’
Me: ‘Not usually.’
Errol: ‘Don’t be so silly, mummy.’
I just finished the last copyedits of my fifth book THE WILD ONE, and I’m feeling all nostalgic, because thanks to all the lovely screenwriting work I’m doing now, I think it might be my last.
I started writing books, on a whim, a few years ago, just because I wanted to write a book about a girl like me and my friends – you know, funny and flawed and real.
I didn’t have a long-held desire to be an author. But I read a lot – classics, literary fiction, YA, anything except crime or horror. And sometimes I wanted to read something that was just easy and funny and smart. But I knew Bridget Jones’s Diary and Heartburn almost off by heart, and I was sick of trying a new so-called comfort read that turned out, halfway through, to be fucking stupid, about a friendless fluffy-headed loser who can’t stop eating cupcakes or buying handbags or whatever, and who is in love with a rich Ken doll with no charm, charisma or cojones.
I kept thinking ‘Where are the cool girls in love stories? Where are the funny, interesting, real girls? Where are the girls who are shouting with laughter while they sneak a cigarette outside a bar? Why can’t a heartbroken girl be funny instead of pathetic? Why do these girls in books never have any real friends? Why can’t romance in a book be as funny and awesome as it is in real life?’
So I wrote one.
THE DATING DETOX (Harper Collins, 2010)
Synopsis: Perennially unlucky-in-love Sass swears off men and dating, just as she meets the annoyingly funny and flirtatious Jake.
My first book and, like most people’s first books, the most autobiographical. It’s got the most me in it – if her mind wanders and she’s musing on something random, that’s my brain talking. It’s also the least complicated in terms of plot – c’mon, it was my first try! I just sort of head-butted my way through to the finish, put as much personal experience in there as I could – parties, weekends away, big groups of friends all being silly and Richard Curtis-y. I tried to entertain and charm the reader at every turn, and made it feel as real to my London life as possible. It’s pretty obvious she’s going to end up with Jake, but I figured readers wouldn’t mind knowing the destination as long as they enjoyed the journey. It probably needs a good edit, but like your teenager boyfriend in the sack, what it lacks in finesse it makes up for with enthusiasm.
A GIRL LIKE YOU (Harper Collins, 2011)
Synopsis: Abigail breaks up with a long-term boyfriend and learns the rules of singledom from her womanizing new roommate Robert.
I crammed everything I knew about love and dating into this book. I wrote it in 2009 – I was engaged and happy, but I had a lot of shitty dating experiences to share. It might sound strange, but the main thing I remember writing this book was how much it made me laugh – I was more detached from the heroine, so I could do things like get her hammered and have a one-night-stand that she regrets, without getting stressed out about her. (Does that sound crazy? Probably.) I also planned it more beforehand – I had all the plot points and set pieces in advance. I knew I wanted to do a little Cyrano de Bergerac / Pygmalion thing, I knew I wanted to end on a wedding speech, I knew I wanted to write about male/female friendship, and I knew I wanted to get her to fall for a total asshole that the reader KNOWS is a bastard but kind of loves and lusts for, too, while simultaneously dying for her to fall in love with someone else. And I wanted to write a male character who would make you tingle and fizz the way I do when I read Darcy. So that was all fun to try. It’s a VERY long book – maybe too long, too episodic. But it’s pretty funny.
BROOKLYN GIRLS (St Martins Press, 2012)
Jobless. Clueless. Topless on Facebook. Not necessarily in that order.
I pitched the book series now known as Brooklyn Girls to St Martins Press while on honeymoon in 2010. I wanted to write a book series with a different book ‘by’ each character in a group of girls, like The Babysitters Club, and I wanted to write a book following girls living together in their early 20s, as it seemed to me to be a uniquely challenging, eventful and overlooked period in a woman’s life, and I’d just read The Group and The Best Of Everything and was feeling all girlpower’n'shit. Plus I was looking back over my 20s and thinking of all the things I’d done and learned… and fucked up.
So the first book was ‘by’ Pia, who, like me, grew up everywhere, and who makes a series of very bad decisions – she posts topless pics on Facebook, gets fired from her first job, starts a foodtruck business with a loan from a shady guy, and well, all hell breaks loose. With this book, I was trying to show that the real fun and excitement of being in your early 20s starts when you realize that you’re truly independent, that you’re responsible for your own decisions in life, and that love isn’t the ultimate answer for happiness, your friends are. (Of course there’s a love story there because, me.) I’m not completely gaga about this book – there were a lot of cooks on this one, editorially-speaking, and the broth isn’t exactly to my taste. But it still has some funny bits, so that’s good.
LOVE AND CHAOS (St Martins Press, 2014)
Broke, broken hearted and bored, Angie is a regular poster girl for Generation Screwed. What happens when having fun stops being, you know, fun?
I love this book. I really do. I mean, I still cringe if I read a page, and wish I could edit it again, because that’s just the way I am, but I love the protagonist, Angie. She’s the first character I’ve ever let say the things I think and never say aloud. She’s a headstrong party girl who wakes up in a hotel room with $3,000 in an envelope on the pillow next to her, and no idea what happened the night before, and well, from there, it was just an easy book to write. I put a much bigger love story in this book, too, which was a lot of fun. I set myself a challenge to finish on an emotionally satisfying uplifting note that didn’t end with the heroine and hero kissing (my previous three books basically all did) and (spoiler alert) actually ended with them saying goodbye, but you still feel good about it. I think it worked… maybe. It was my first time working with the lovely Vicki Lame, my now-editor, who is just calm and smart and cool, which in turn, makes me calmer and smarter and cooler.
With this book series, my St Martins Press managing editor Dan Weiss (the guy behind The Vampire Diaries and Sweet Valley High – I KNOW!) kept saying ‘don’t tell me what they THINK, make them DO something, give me MORE ACTION and DRAMA’. I can literally hear his voice in my head as I write that – a constant refrain. So whereas my first two books were set in – and written in – London, and a major plot point was – literally – going to a bar with your friends and being funny, with the St Martins Press series set and written here in New York City, I obediently threw in everything from car chases to gun showdowns (still not sure about that one, but hey ho, too late now) to fights to yacht kidnappings to drug overdoses to self-mutilation to abortions to secret identities to superstorms to flash floods to oh, God, everything. With this book series, I became obsessive about plotting and structure, perhaps because I also started screenwriting at the same time. These days I outline everything I write, before I start writing it. Once you have your structure in place, you can do anything. Without structure, telling a story like trying to hang up your clothes without a coat hanger. They’ll all be in the closet, but it’ll be a big mess. (And I now see structure in everything: it’s like suddenly getting superhero x-ray vision – when I watch a movie or a TV show or read a book, part of me is always analyzing the structure and thinking ‘ah-ha, interesting choice’.) And of course, with the St Martins Press book series you still have a lot of banter between the friends and silliness and messing around because that’s just my bag, baby.
The next book is called THE WILD ONE , it’s out later this year. THE WILD ONE was challenging to write – it’s Coco, who is a more insecure character, and so automatically that’s difficult. Figuring out how to write her authentic voice without making her sound whiney and a downer was hard. Doing it while still making the reader laugh and – so important – like her, and have fun, was very hard. And figuring out her plot took a while. A character is easiest to write if they WANT something. (Basically, invent a person, make them want something, and then throw a million obstacles in their way. That’s how to write a novel.) But Coco is such a shy little homebody, so passive, and I wanted to make her the driver of her own bus, you know, she had to be the one who actively changed her life, not someone else changing it for her. (It couldn’t just be a vampire turning up at her high school to make stuff happen to her, for example.)
Plus, by the time I started Coco, I’d done an awful lot with these five girls – so much fucking plot over the previous two books – and I didn’t want to repeat myself. But I also couldn’t do anything to introduce new energy, like a new non-love-interest central character, or change the location or themes or whatever. The parameters were set. So that was a challenge. And I wanted to make it fun and, because I think this might be the last book in the entire series, I wanted to wrap up each of the other four girls’ stories nicely and end on an emotionally satisfying, but open, high note. So… yes. Challenging. (Does any of this make sense? I have a feeling this is the most boring post ever.)
What I love most about storytelling is plot, dialogue and character. I write in first person present tense, and it’s considered the cheap and nasty narrative, by some authors – but for me, it’s the most intimate / fast / immediate / direct / satisfying narrative. And yet it became kind of an anchor weighing me down by the last few books, because of the constant presence of the person telling the story. (Coco or Angie or whoever – ie, when you write FPPT you’re not just describing a room or an event, you’re describing a room or an event in character. Trying to do that while be snappy and smart and funny and real and move the story right along…. exhausting.) I kept wishing I could tell the story as a movie, instead; take the narrator out of the story – so much faster and more immediate and satisfying. But that’s screenwriting. And that’s a whole other blog post.