The theme for this year’s Blairgowrie Book Festival, Bookmark Blair, is PLACE.
‘A strong sense of place is important for transporting your readers to the world of your story. A well-crafted sense of place is often said to be like another character in the story, adding depth and a unique atmosphere’. Fiona Thackeray.
I’m looking forward to attending Fiona Thackeray’s writing workshop on the Saturday morning 11th October, as I am well aware that my powers of description nowhere near match my ability to write dialogue. In her writing, my co-author Jones is far more accomplished and focused on the external world than I am and we have had to learn to shift our natural writing styles to become more similar, and allow the story to become more internally coherent.
Having recently returned from The Isle of Lewis where Eight of Cups was conceived and progressed, I am reminded of how important place can be to mood, action and intention. In the Outer Hebrides, the weather and the landscape reduce man’s presence to something far less significant than is normally experienced. It is a place of big skies, racing clouds, beautiful rainbows, swirling and powerful winds, stunning beaches, bleak and silent moors and an ever-changing environment in which any action must take place.
During my weekend away, I devoured the first two novels in the Peter May trilogy set in these islands, The Black House, and The Lewis Man. Here is how Peter described the scene at Siader on the north west coast of Lewis.
‘Beyond the vehicles, the harled houses of Siader huddled against the prevailing weather, expectant and weary, but accustomed to its relentless assault. Not a single tree broke the horizon. Just lines of rotting fenceposts along the roadside, and the rusting remains of tractors and cars in deserted yards. Blasted shrubs showing brave green tips clung on with stubborn tips to thin soil in anticipation of better days to come, and a sea of bog cotton shifted in ripples and currents like water in the wind.’
I’m immediately there, with collar up against the wind, wiping the rain spots of my glasses, walking at an angle as I head into the wind.
Here’s hoping Fiona can help me paint such evocative pictures.