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Archive for the ‘Girl from Mars’ Category
Mar
6
2009
Filed under: contests, Girl from Mars
Feb
24
2009
Filed under: excerpts, Girl from Mars
Here’s another excerpt from Girl from Mars, which I’m posting to amuse Donna Alward, because as I said in the previous post, I’ve named a foul-mouthed character after her. This is from chapter two. Fil, the heroine and an artist with long-running British comic Girl from Mars, is going to an editorial meeting for the comic with her friend Stevo, another artist. Recently, Stevo’s dropped the bombshell that he’s fallen in love, and since then he hasn’t been hanging out so much with his friends, Fil and Jim and Digger.
“I really could’ve done with some extra time in bed this morning,” Stevo said.
“Stop bitching,” I said. “It was an X-Files marathon again this weekend and I haven’t slept since Friday. I tried to nap during season six but Jim kept prodding me with his foot.”
Stevo didn’t say anything and I realised he probably didn’t want to stay in bed to sleep. I felt my cheeks flush as I punched the lift button for the third floor.
This was my chance to ask Stevo about his boyfriend Brian, maybe even arrange a day when Brian could come and meet Jim, Digger and me, and therefore put Digger’s fears at rest. But Stevo was staring at the lift doors, and something about him radiated “keep off” vibes.
None of us had mentioned Stevo’s boyfriend, not at the pub, through the gaming, or the X-Files. But I’d thought about him, out in the fresh air, flying kites and laughing with a man whose features I couldn’t make out, while Digger, Jim and I were left behind in a stuffy room watching stories we’d seen before.
The lift arrived and I examined Stevo surreptitiously in the smoky mirror. What did a person who was having lots of sex look like?
He was the same. His job at UPC was drawing for Combat comics, and you’d never guess from his exterior that he was a genius at drawing mega-violent battles. He was short, slight, tidy, with combed black hair and round glasses. No love bites, no rumpled clothes or bed hair. I knew that most of his air of privacy and self-containment was shyness, a quiet barrier meant to keep others out of his space. I didn’t have a problem with that, as I had barriers enough of my own, but I’d never felt as if it had excluded me before.
I was the one who’d brought Stevo into our little social circle in the first place, when we’d both started working at UPC three years ago. We were the newbies at the company and ended up sitting together at a monthly meeting. He’d doodled a picture of a dwarf cutting off a giant’s head with a battleaxe and rolled his eyes when Anthony introduced him to the assembled throng, as if to say, What is this, a tea party?
He came round to our house initially to talk about work, but stayed to hang out. He’d been shy at first, but eventually he’d blended in. He taught Jim mah jong; he impressed Digger because for a small guy he could put away vast amounts of curry; and he was an awesome artist, with an encyclopaedic knowledge of war films and pop music.
But right at this moment I felt as if I’d never known him at all.
When the lift stopped we were the last two to get off. I cleared my throat, wondering how to broach the subject.
“So, how’s Br—” I began, and then the door to the conference room down the corridor slammed open.
“Brown! Ng! Get your ratty arses in here so I can start the goddamn meeting!”
If Anthony Alward’s speech were put into a speech balloon, it would consist mostly of the symbols @$%*!.
“All right, Chief,” I said, hastening into the room. I wasn’t sure how he’d got the nickname; I suspected he’d cultivated it himself. When I’d told Digger and Jim about this, Digger was very impressed at the concept and spent several days suggesting alternate nicknames for himself, including “Andre” and “Stud Man”.
Stevo and I squeezed onto the last free corners of a table. Aside from me and two women from sales who were wearing near-identical skirt suits and sitting together on a single chair, everyone else in the room was male. After shooting Stevo and me a look of daggers, Anthony began.
“Right, so now that you lot have bothered to show up, we’ll start with Lacey…”
I immediately zoned out and gazed happily at the walls. Here, framed, hung originals from Girl from Mars issues dating all the way back to the comic’s creation in 1951. Near the door was the splash page for Issue 1, showing Girl from Mars’s spaceship crash-landing on Earth, drawn by creator Dennis McKay. Pages from every decade since, including issues I’d read under my duvet at night as a teenager, circled the room. And then, glory of glories, three hundred and sixty degrees around the room, was my own front splash for Issue 662, “Sirius Business”.
A dream come true.
“Are you with us, Brown?”
“Um. Yes, Chief.”
“About shitting time. Now sales on Girl from Mars this quarter have been down seven point six per cent, and reader feedback says—”
Sales. I studied one of Wayne Jayson’s covers from 1984. I liked his angles and his starkness. Maybe I’d try a bit of a tribute with my next project, a nice little extra for long-term fans. I squirmed in my seat, picturing the geometry.
“—And we’re very excited about it. Sound good to you, Brown?”
“Um.” I sat up straighter and tried to figure out from Anthony’s face what he was very excited about. Unfortunately he looked about as excited as a brick in the rain.
“Sure,” I said. Damn. I didn’t need to pay attention to sales figures, but I came to these meetings to find out what was going to happen to Girl from Mars, and I’d just missed it.
He nodded grimly. “Obviously we’ll discuss this in more detail once we’re under way. That’s enough for today, get the hell out of my fucking face, you lot.”
I listened hard as we filed out of the room, trying to overhear someone discussing what Anthony had said about Girl from Mars. Mostly people were talking about lunch and their weekends.
Sixty seconds! My attention couldn’t have lapsed for longer than that. How much information could Anthony have conveyed in a minute? I jiggled on my feet until the lift door opened and then I pulled Stevo out of the building, fast.
“What was he talking about?” I demanded as soon as we were on the pavement of Vauxhall Bridge Road, pulling up our collars against the April rain.
“Who?” Stevo began walking towards Victoria.
“Anthony! He said he was excited about something. Anthony never gets excited about anything. It must have been something big. What was it?”
“Hmm. I don’t recall. Must not have been listening.”
I shoved my hands in the pockets of my jeans and exhaled sharply in irritation.
“You could at least pay attention, Stevo, it’s your job.”
“Doesn’t seem like you were paying attention.”
“I was! But then I was thinking.”
“I come to these things because I have to, Fil. Not to act as a tape recorder for you.”
“I was only not listening for like ten seconds!”
He shrugged. “Sorry.”
But he wasn’t. He was all detached again.
Feb
18
2009
Filed under: Girl from Mars

Still revising Girl from Mars.
While this is a really, really hard job, I can also say that I’m very pleased with this book. I love the characters, the setting, the emotions, everything. I identify so, so much with the heroine Fil and her friends. And there are lines that just make me laugh out loud.
Of course, there are problems too, and those are what make it so hard to revise the book. Thinking about what the characters would do, and what the plot requires, and what my editor has recommended, and what the reader will think. Agh!
Anyway, as it’s out in May, I’ve put up a blurb and excerpt from Girl from Mars on my website, huzzah! Check it out.
Feb
13
2009
Filed under: crows, Girl from Mars, writing
I’ve been working on my revisions for Girl from Mars (which should be out in May, by the way) and I’m finding it all very puzzling.
My editor has asked me to tweak the heroine’s motivations and feelings a little bit, to give her some more depth and conflict, and that involves writing a couple of new scenes. I’ve spent the last three days working on one of them, which is a scene where the heroine’s best (male) friend, Jim, meets the guy who she’s supposed to hate, but really is attracted to (Dan), and they take an instant suspicion to each other. The best friend Jim, having more to lose, dislikes Dan more, and gets all protective of the heroine. Dan is just sort of bemused and feels challenged by Jim. The heroine basically wants to crawl under a rock at the sight of all this testosterone.
The thing is, when you write a new scene to go into an already-written book, it’s like fitting in a jigsaw puzzle piece with the rest of the book. Actually, it’s more like forcing a whole new piece into an already-finished jigsaw. You have to readjust every other scene so that the new one fits.
In this case, the new scene could go in two different places–before chapter seventeen (where it fits better structurally and thematically, and makes the following conflict worse) or before chapter twenty-one (where it produces more conflict in itself, and makes everything that seemed okay before, more complicated).
I have no idea where to put it.
Oh, and did I also mention it introduces two new characters (one of whom is “George” from One Night Stand)…and I have to figure out what to do with them now, too?
throws self down on floor in fit
Feb
9
2009
Filed under: Girl from Mars, social life?
On Friday, my lovely editor sent me a revision letter for Girl from Mars, so I’ve got to drop everything (including YouTube soaps) and get to work on that now. Of course, down deep, as an author you always want your editor to tell you “This is great, a work of genius, don’t change a single thing” but actually, it’s much better to have revisions to make the book stronger.
In this case, nearly all of her revisions focus around doing something that I know I wasn’t capable of doing when I wrote the book originally. I’ve spent so many years being so focused and disciplined in my stories that the idea of breaking out a little bit makes me hyperventilate. However, distance, time and having written another book makes me more confident of being able to do what she’s asking. It’s exciting.
Today, I started reading the manuscript, which I haven’t done since last spring. I sat on my bed with it spread out around me and attacked it with pens. I got about a third of the way through. My best guess is I’m going to have to write two or three new scenes, and change the focus of several more.
Tomorrow, though, I have the day off because I’m going to the RNA Awards Lunch in Kensington to see my lovely agent and lovely editor and lots of my lovely lovely fellow romantic novelist friends. More snow is predicted (the south of England is brought to its knees by an inch or two of snow) and I’m coming down with a cold but I will not be deterred! I have a new dress and I will wear it!!!
Sep
26
2008
Filed under: covers, Girl from Mars
And this is my beautiful, amazing, wonderful, absolutely gorgeous cover for my May 09 Little Black Dress release, Girl from Mars.
The back-cover blurb:
I, Philomena Desdemona Brown, do solemnly swear to forsake all romantic relationships…
It’s not like the vow, made by Fil and her nerdy best male friends so they’d always stick together, was a big deal at the time. Frankly, Fil wouldn’t know romance if it hit her in the face anyway. Her one true love is her job as the artist for the famous comic Girl from Mars. Just like the comic’s heroine, Fil’s never had or needed a love interest–just her best friends. Until one of them breaks the vow and falls in love, bringing her smack back down to earth.
Could it be that romance is in the stars for Fil after all?
May
30
2008
Filed under: Girl from Mars
Well, I got the call from my agent, and all is well. *big sigh of relief*
But I’ve got some tightening up to do. So my task is to print out the thing again, and then arrange it by chapters. Chapter-by-chapter, I have to pinpoint the major high point of that chapter, and then adjust things as necessary so that the focus is on that high point.
Sounds easy, huh? (not)
Apr
15
2008
Filed under: Girl from Mars

Life here in Julie land was particularly cool today, because after dropping off the Fecklet at his much-loved child minder I headed to Oxford to meet with the editor of science fiction action comic weekly 2000AD.
In my professional capacity as a writer of popular fiction researching her latest novel, that is. Not because I am a giggly fangirl. No, never.
2000AD is famously edited by a green-skinned Betelgeusian called Tharg the Mighty. In real life, the editor is a very nice bloke called Matt who works with a handful of other nice people in a corner of a big warehouse even more green-skinned and mighty than he appears in the comic, and he rules his droid workers with a rod of iron. In fact he executed one while I was there. You should have seen the sparks and oil fly!
I am happy to report that I giggled my ass off and couldn’t stop saying “cool” like the sad fangirl I am I learned a lot of very useful information for my novel.
Anyway I can wholeheartedly recommend that you rush down to your local newsagent tomorrow, when the next issue comes out, and buy yourself a copy. “The Ten-Seconders” is worth the cover price alone.
Mar
27
2008
Filed under: Girl from Mars
Okay. I need some help. I need a plausible-sounding, yet original, name for a device in a science fiction story, which causes localised time distortion.
At present I have “Particle Deconstructor” but I don’t think it sounds convincing enough.
Any ideas? I will love you forever if you can come up with something.
(And yes…I know I write romance and not science fiction. But I have found myself having to make up the entire story arc for a series of comic books that the heroine is drawing. Why do I get myself into these messes??)
Mar
8
2008
Filed under: Girl from Mars, writing
Despite all that planning in the photo below, my heroine has just done something completely unexpected which changes her perception of everything, so I’ve got to rearrange. I think.
Which goes to prove that all this planning bunk is completely rubbish, because the characters are just going to tell you what they’re going to do anyway, and stuff the coloured cards.
Mar
6
2008
Filed under: Girl from Mars, writing
I’m about at the halfway mark for Girl from Mars, so today I attempted to plot out the rest of my novel. I did this by using a technique I’ve recommended to my students, but I’ve never done myself. So this is the first time.
I brainstormed all the things that I thought should happen, and then I wrote them, with different colours of card depending on which story thread they fit into. Then I tried to put them into an order that made sense, so that each story thread is spread throughout the book, and so their climaxes roughly fit together and interact.
Then I Blu-Taked them to my closet door, going chronologically from top to bottom, with roughly simultaneous events side by side.

There you have it: the rest of my novel. A little scary, huh?
Mar
4
2008
Filed under: Driving Him Wild, Girl from Mars
I’ve had fun today writing about the differences between comics and film. See, my heroine is a comic book artist, and my hero is a screenwriter, and they approach narrative in a completely different way. Anna gave me the idea that their learning about each other’s way of working should be the first step towards them learning about each other. So I’ve been writing about them doing that.
Comics are so cool though. One thing I love about them is that they are visual, like film, but they tell stories through space, rather than through time. A comic will show the still beginning of an action in one panel, and then in the next panel show the outcome of that action. The action itself takes place in the blank space between panels, and the act of the reader filling in that action is called closure. Therefore the reader participates in the deciphering of what’s going on, and there’s potential for big differences of interpretation.
Gaps are interesting. I’ve started to leave more and more gaps at the end of my books; I used to do epilogues quite a bit, but I’ve moved away from them because I like the reader to fill things in herself. I read a review of His for the Taking which speculated on what happened to the characters and the pigeon they rescue after the end of the book. The reviewer wanted something totally different to happen than what I would have written. I’m sort of glad I didn’t write it, because the reviewer got a happier ending for her that way.






