Posted by: gillarbuthnott | September 17, 2019

From One Old Wreck to Another…

Image result for mary rose wreckWell, it serves me right for trying to keep fit, I suppose… I’ve cracked a metatarsal while attempting to do Couch to 5K. I’m really cheesed off as I’d got to the stage of running (albeit pretty slowly) for 25 minutes non-stop, and was beginning to enjoy it. (And there’s a sentence I never expected to write.) So at the moment, I’m pretty immobile.

However, this does have its advantages when you’re an author who’s trying to research the next non-fiction book and at the same time edit a new draft of a novel. It’s much harder to procrastinate when you can’t go out for a walk…

For the past couple of days I’ve been reading a fascinating book about shipwrecks and wreck divers, which has been most diverting and full of amazing facts. (And strangely appropriate that I should be reading about wrecks, I’ve just realised.) Did you know, for instance, that a Roman wreck has been found off the coast of Brazil? Or that one of the ships from the Spanish Armada lies wrecked in Tobermory Bay on the Isle of Mull?

I can remember the excitement when the Mary Rose was raised from the seabed. Until then I hadn’t even realised there was such a thing as marine archaeology, but my goodness, it sounds fascinating. And dangerous…

Posted by: gillarbuthnott | September 9, 2019

Back to Work

Image result for autumn leavesEdinburgh has reverted to normal: most of the tourists have headed home and you can now walk along pavements in the centre of town again without ending up in someone’s photo album. Autumn has also, rather abruptly, arrived and it’s definitely time to get back to work.

Image result for shipwreckI’ve been looting the library for books on such topics as shipwrecks and submarines as I disappear down the research rabbit hole. It’s great fun to learn about something new and I’m always on the look out for the bizarre facts that make a non-fiction book come alive. At the moment I’m boggling at the fact that there are estimated to be 3 million shipwrecks out there. It’s a wonder there’s room for any water in the sea, what with all that and the whales.

For a bit of contrast, in the evenings I’m editing a novel. It’ s good to have two such different things on the go at once: each one acts as light relief for the other. So far, anyway…

And of course, school events are revving up for the autumn term: look out Mary Erskine, Dalziel and Braidhurst high schools – I’m coming your way this week.

Posted by: gillarbuthnott | August 29, 2019

Life Long Learning

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One event at the recent Edinburgh International Book Festival that I haven’t referred to yet was the writing masterclass I attended, which was mastered by Marcus Sedgwick. In the unlikely event you don’t know who he is, Marcus is an outstanding, award-winning, author of fiction and non-fiction for a variety of ages. I’ve read many of his novels and my son also loved his marvellously creepy children’s/teen novels.

With 19 others writers, I spent a happy afternoon soaking up his advice on developing characters and am now trying to put some of the things he said into practice as I work on the next draft of a novel of my own.

Some friends – including some with a connection to things authorish and book festivalish – seemed amazed that I would go to an event like this. ‘Don’t you already know all about that?’ they asked, raising their eyebrows.

Answer: Of course not. Musicians practise every day. Ballet dancers take class every day. The day I think I have nothing to learn is the day the pen should be prised from my fingers and ceremonially snapped in two before being thrown into the nearest fire…. And it was wonderful to be in the learning seat again; it’s whetted my appetite for more of the same.

Posted by: gillarbuthnott | August 26, 2019

It’s a long way down…

Image result for upper circle usher hallWell, time to draw a breath at last and try to catch up with the real world. Still reeling from 6 hours of Gotterdammerung last night in the Usher Hall, sitting in a seat 3 feet from the roof, with approximately 8 inches of leg room (and I’m 5 foot 10..), but it was worth the pain. Fabulous orchestra (RSNO conducted by Sir Andrew Davies), wonderful singers, especially Christine Goerke as Brunnhilde. What an evening!

My last two events at the Book Festival were also terrific. Mick Herron and Tom Bradby talked about their latest spy books, Joe Country and Secret Service, and their very different slants on research (Mick Herron: ‘I just make it all up.’) You always hope that authors in the flesh will live up to their books and Mick Herron was as dryly amusing as his writing. If you haven’t tried his Slow Horses series yet, you’re in for a treat.

For my final visit, I heard David Almond and Lauren James talk about how to maintain a career in writing, as opposed  to simply writing a book. It was great to hear from two successful authors with such different experiences of getting started. There were a lot of us writers in the audience, looking for inspiration/reassurance/handy hints or simply the knowledge that there are others out there doing this wonderful, mad thing.

Posted by: gillarbuthnott | August 21, 2019

Gothic Delights at the Book Festival

Image result for gothic gravestoneI’ve had a fantastic couple of days at the Book Festival, listening to some terrific authors and discovering lots of books to go on my wish list. Looking at my ticket stubs, I realise I’ve had a bit of a gothic theme going on…

First came Michelle Paver and Susan Fletcher, talking about their respective ghost stories, Wakenhyrst and House of Glass.  I’m reading Wakenhyrst at bedtime just now – not my best ever choice, since it’s certainly not a book to lull one into a peaceful sleep… I’m loving it!

Next was Joseph O’Connor on his latest novel, Shadowplay. I can’t wait to read this: it’s a fascinating mix of fact and fiction, based on the relationships between Bram Stoker and legendary actors Sir Henry Irvine and Ellen Terry. And, of course, Dracula is always hovering in the background…

I have yet to read any of Jess Kyd and E S Thomson’s books, but am correcting that omission right now. I can’t resist the call of the Victorian gothic, and both writers have protagonists who sound irresistibly unusual in their latest books, Things in Jars and Surgeon’s Hall, set during that period of the 19th century when superstition and science collided and circus sideshows and anatomy lectures weren’t a world apart.

Posted by: gillarbuthnott | August 18, 2019

Rocket to Charlotte Square?

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I’ve been into space! Well, not quite, but as near as I’m likely to get, thanks to the imagination and skill of Edinburgh International Book Festival’s resident photographer, the wonderful Chris Close.

He magicked up this cosmological photo of me to celebrate my Balloon to the Moon event. This may well be my all-time favourite photo (of me, at least)

A week of the Book Festival gone, and the yurt hasn’t quite floated/been blown away yet. The atmosphere in Charlotte Square has been as magical as always, and I’ve been to some excellent events. Last night’s was Ambrose Parry – aka Christopher Brookmyre and Marisa Haetzman. I loved their first book – The Way of All Flesh – and am looking forward to submerging myself in their medical-gothic Edinburgh again when I read The Art of Dying.

I am having a day off, but it’s full immersion next week, starting with Michelle Paver, Susan Fletcher and Joseph O’Connor tomorrow….





Posted by: gillarbuthnott | August 15, 2019

Image result for backpackersLife is a bit hectic – but enjoyably so – at the moment. On Tuesday I did an event based on Balloon to the Moon at the Edinburgh International Book Festival (Great questions – well done, audience!), followed by a filmed conversation with space scientist Sheila Kanani , then a reading for Amnesty International. Then went home for my birthday tea and was forced to drink champagne. It’s a tough life…

Meanwhile, in the real world, Son is getting ready to go off to South America for 3-4 months (As you do. Apparently.) with his friends Pete2 . This involves me trying to persuade him that a first aid kit is not a waste of packing space and that it’s a good idea to have some local money and book a hostel for the first night before you get to another continent. Oh – and correcting his mistaken impression that Terminal S is part of Heathrow, not Gatwick. Glad we got that one sorted out before he got there and missed his flight to Brazil.

I’m sure it’ll all be fine. Really.


Posted by: gillarbuthnott | August 12, 2019

Let’s Take Care of the Hairy Chested Crab…

Image result for yeti crab alex rogersThese are Yeti Crabs. I had never heard of a Yeti Crab in my life, in spite of studying marine biology as part of my degree, until this morning, when I listened to a superb talk by the Marine Biologist Alex Rogers, based on his book The Deep: The Hidden Wonders of Our Oceans and How We Can Protect Them, at the Edinburgh International Book Festival. These crabs live round hydrothermal vents in the Southern Ocean and have ‘hairy chests’ on which they grow bacteria which they then eat. (They’ve been nicknamed the ‘Hoff Crab’ because of their resemblance to actor David Hasselhoff’s famously hairy chest!) Because they live in the deep ocean, they are blind and pure white. They’re found nowhere else.

We know so little about the oceans – far less than we do about the moon. We have more detailed maps of the surface of Venus than we do of the seabed. There are probably hundreds of species that no human has seen yet – let’s hope we get the chance to find out about them and cherish them rather than carelessly make them extinct…

Posted by: gillarbuthnott | August 11, 2019

Did Anyone Pack An Inflatable Ark?

Image result for reading in the rainWell, my first outing to this year’s Edinburgh International Book Festival was memorable…

Of course, they always are, but not usually because of the weather. There I was, with 600 other people, avidly listening to Kate Atkinson being interviewed by Lee Randall, when the thunder started; in the middle distance at first, but steadily drawing nearer. Then the rain began. And the lightning flashed and the thunder and rain both got louder and louder and louder, until Kate and Lee gave up trying to make themselves heard and we all sat, mesmerised, waiting for the tent to float away, or perhaps cave in on us.

Enter Nick Barley, festival director, dripping gently, to announce that all the electrics would have to be switched off due to the proximity of lightning. A few seconds later, the lights went out and we sat there, trying to find the torch function on our mobile phones, wondering whether to stay in the dark tent or venture out into the wet night.

Eventually we all dribbled out, as the rain moderated, to find Charlotte Square somehow managing to carry on regardless, (except that the events had been suspended). I made for the sanctuary of the yurt to console myself with a glass of wine and wait to see what happened next.

The lights briefly came back on (cue cheering), then went off again (groan). The rain increased to biblical proportions. Trapped in the yurt! Oh no! How dreadful! Would the wine outlast the rain? (Fortunately, yes)

What next, I wonder…

Posted by: gillarbuthnott | August 2, 2019

Lanyards a Go-Go

Image result for lanyards and passesEdinburgh. August. The streets are full of… The streets are full. Period. Performers struggle on and off buses with the most unlikely assortment of objects. Will they be allowed on? It’s always an entertaining spectator sport. I once saw someone get on with a full-sized concert harp. They may be dressed as rabbits, aliens,  Roman centurions, Elizabethan courtiers… no one bats an eyelid.

That was one of the thoughts that inspired my first novel The Chaos Clock: the idea that in the middle of Edinburgh in August, no one would notice if time got a bit mixed up and people from the past started appearing.

But whatever they’re wearing/impersonating, they will have a lanyard with some sort of important looking pass clipped to it.

Edinburgh. August. You are literally no-one without a lanyard.

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