Jenny is the author of the best-selling Cup of Coffee series (Another Cup of Coffee, Another Cup of Christmas, and Christmas in the Cotswolds), the modern/medieval time slip novel Romancing Robin Hood. Her latest novel Abi's House, was published by Accent this summer and a special Christmas novella, Christmas at the Castle will be available from 14 November.
With so many books to her credit, you could reasonably ask where all this creativity comes from. Apparently it's genetic.
With so many books to her credit, you could reasonably ask where all this creativity comes from. Apparently it's genetic.
Inheriting the Creative Gene
Officially, I have been a writer for the past
eleven years. Deep down however, I suspect I have always been a writer; I have
certainly always been a creative person. How could I not be, when I was influenced
from childhood by my grandmothers? Both of them, like me, were physically
incapable of sitting still and doing nothing. Plus they had imaginations that
would have made Roald Dahl proud.
From an early age I remember watching my maternal Nan
performing plays, poems, and comedy sketches on stage for the WI, all of which
she’d written herself.
I vividly recall sitting in the audience of one
charity production where my Nan’s poem, ‘Hats’
was performed to shrieks of laughter and delight. I was only ten, and as I sat
and laughed alongside the rest, I was struck by how wonderful it would be to be
able to make people happy like that- if only I wasn’t so shy...
My paternal Nan, on the other hand, was a knitter
extraordinaire. There was nothing she couldn’t produce out of wool with just
the aid of a pair of needles and a decent drama to watch on the TV at the same
time. I never saw her glance at what she was knitting, and I certainly never
saw a pattern. The jumpers, gloves, toys, or whatever she was making, seemed to
magically appear at a speed that would be the envy of any conjurer. Her
creativity boggled my young mind.
Both my grandmothers loved to read, but neither of
them had any time for books that contained waffle. If a story didn’t grab them
instantly it was jammed back onto the library shelf before the second page got
so much as dabbed with a damp finger.
Standing with my Nan in Princes Risborough library, getting
restless while book after book was dismissed with the words “If you ever write
a book Jenny, make sure you get to the point faster than this lot!” ringing in
my ears became a regular feature of my grandparental visits. This advice stayed
with me, and I have always made an effort to grab my reader’s attention before
the end of the first chapter. I have to confess, that as a reader, I’m just as
picky as my Nan’s were. I am notoriously hard to please!
A love of words, crosswords, and word puzzles in
general- usually completed at a coffee shop table - was something that was very
much part of my childhood. This love of wordplay was inherited by my Mum, and
has been passed on to me as well. I spent a great deal of my childhood (and
indeed my adulthood) playing with words in cafes, so perhaps it is not
surprising that I ended up writing a series of stories set in the fictional
Pickwicks Coffee Shop.
On Abi’s arrival in Cornwall, she meets Beth, a
young woman who has recently inherited her grandfather’s cobblers shop. My
maternal grandmother’s family owns Wainwright’s Shoe Shops in Buckinghamshire,
where I spent many hours with both my Nan and my Grandad, who was the chief
cobbler!
Both of my grandmothers influenced my writing, and
the way I approach the production of my stories, more than they ever knew.
Their creativity and encouragement (my maternal Nan was forever telling me I’d
make my mark on the world with words, long before I even contemplated trying my
hand as a writer) carried on into the next generation, with my Mum, an
excellent artist and needlewoman in her own right, cheering me on.
And now, proving that the creative gene is strong on
the female side of my family, my daughters have picked up the baton. Both had poetry
of their own published before either of them reached their teens, and now one
is writing a screen play. Watch this space!
But what about the male side of might family you
ask? From them I hope I learnt the importance of something equally important- the
value of always being a little bit kinder than you need to be.
Jenny xx
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Many thanks Tom xx Jen xx
ReplyDeleteGreat post, Jenny! Anne PW
ReplyDeleteAlways worth reading about, thanks for hosting Jenny, Tom. Enjoyed this. Grandparents seem not to have the same place in many kid's harts these days. So many never or hardly ever see them - families are so scattered these days. I think we should all make a special effort with our grandkiddies.....this post impressed me lots and has made me think! Good luck with all your books Jenny, but I am sure you won't need any from me :)
ReplyDeleteMany thanks Anne and Jane. My Grandparents meant a great deal to me. I still miss all four of them a great deal. x
ReplyDeleteOops I am the queen of typos. Sorry. I sort of recall my maternal grandmother though she died when I was about 2 and I'd met her only once I think. My maternal grandfather was around until I was about 14 but having lived overseas most of my life, hadn't seen much of him either. My paternal grandfather died when I was 3 and I recall a little about him, but yet again we lived overseas so got glimpses of him when on leave. My maternal grandmother died when I was 16 and overseas. Used to visit her when in the UK but never for long periods. So missed all the contact most families have. My own grandchildren live overseas. I have seen them twice and my husband has never seen them. Such is life. I am glad you knew yours. Important to be there for them and such an influence I know.
DeleteI'm so sorry you had such a tiny time with your grandparents- I was very privileged to know mine. Although we were not geographically close, we saw each other as often as we could. They were more like friends who were older than anything. xx
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