Wednesday, December 21, 2016




It's amazing what you notice when on holidays from work. I have noticed that my page Fiction Reviews has been empty for a long time. However, now that I have time, here are some short reviews for your summer reading.  Click on the link below.
http://helenhagemann.blogspot.com.au/p/fiction-reviews.html 


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Monday, November 7, 2016


My flash piece, A Break in the Weather has been awarded a "Highly Commended" in my writing group's competition (Out of the Asylum Writers Inc). So stoked! An even bigger break for me personally moving from poetry to prose!


A Break in the Weather

He sighed into the dismal drama of his life and battled on. There were days when he had little strength, moving forward with stiffness. He had a new home with squared windows and a robust roof. Yet he felt imprisoned after the entirety of green, the forest and the open sky. Although he walked under the same clouds, his garden had shrunk to an allotment size.
   Sometimes he heard his dead wife’s laughter, but knew that was an illusion. He saw the same faces in the convoy of early morning walkers and only had the company of his shadow when circuiting the park. A few dog owners drifted past, nodding, others crooned about Pippa or Bluey, and most were less impassioned about the weather. When they were gone there was nothing more to add. It would have been easier just to ring an empty bell.
    At night he watched TV, its flashes of colour and noise livening up the room. One evening he watched a program that gave him an idea to visit his local tavern.
    The main bar was dark and musty, mostly men his age seated on stools. On his second Friday night visit, he was hoping to chat to one regular who had previously spoken to him, but the man leaned on the crook of his arm, crouched at the bar, his empty glass propping up the sadness in his face. 
    Come this Saturday, the bartender said. We get a good crowd and usually a country music band. You'll have fun.
    The night wasn’t what he expected, and it brought a change to his face. A younger crowd greeted him. Handshakes and shoulders touched like a bridge. In that crossing, he encountered the simplicity of conversation over a round of beers. He noticed, above the hubbub of music, laughter and voices, all the young men sported beards. They were impressive, neat and tidy, colourful and not at all housing breakfast crumbs, toothpaste or foreign bodies.
   It's the rage now, said one fellow. Why not grow one and join the club?
   He went along every Saturday night. Why hadn't he thought of growing a beard before? In all his eighty years he had lathered and shaved, rinsed and patted.
   Overnight the hairs inched forward beginning as little brown wisps. He looked like Benjamin Disraeli. When it had grown and bushed out he resembled Sir John Forrest. After several months of growing it long and unkempt, he was Gandalf.
   The young men invited him to car trials, quiz nights, beard contests, and to zero birthdays. Mostly, it was a thirtieth or fortieth and the talk revolved around shapes, styles and colour. There was the Johnny Depp, the David Beckham, the Santa Claus, the goatee, the short-boxed and the stubble. Words like 'soul patch, terminal and mouche' suited his sensibilities. The men told him about a city barber where he could have his beard trimmed and coloured, but if he couldn't afford that, there was the beard trimmer at K-Mart.
   Each morning he splashed water on his face, and gazed at himself in the bathroom mirror. He was not a bearded Anthony Hopkins or George Clooney, but it was easy to see what had taken place. His old look had gone in a different direction while his new existence stared back at him with a neatly trimmed moustache and a bristling, Silverfox beard.


Wednesday, September 14, 2016

   
Sea Princess

A friend and I are off to Singapore for 5 nights. Later, it's the Sea Princess for 14 days of cruising in SE Asia, Vietnam, Cambodia, Thailand, Bali and Fremantle return. I hope to garner some great writing inspiration, but if not, what the heck, I'll just enjoy this lavish lifestyle. My good Sony Super Shot will be my travel journal.

Singapore
   This isn't about Ships

   This isn't really a poem about ships, about the Princess
   stateroom luxury, TV, WIFI, a queen-size bed.
   It's not about three meals, dining a la carte, room service 
   or first-class. Swimming pools on a lean in tropical seas,
   playing cards (casino style), nor is it about a morning's
   sauna before quoits, line-dancing, your feet treading a mill
   at the back of the gym. And it's certainly not about
   toasting champagne with eight others who have
   sailed a warm coastline to France or Rome.  
   It's not about lazying around on deck chairs, sun
   glowing in the hair, on a windless side. It should
   never be about theme or formal nights, deep voices
   embraced in karaoke song. It should never be about
   the nightly cabaret show,  "Knees up Mother Brown."      
  Can't imagine this poem ever stopping in old war zones.
  Vietnam, Cambodia should be - safe as temple gongs.
  Really this poem should be about the heart
  that exists, its disappointments, capriciousness,
  a rusting soul that looks for providence, one recent
  embrace that had no trust, all the players fudging
  their bets. And meanwhile you're ready to board ship
  with thoughts of stars, peachy moons, dockyards,
  ports, a static alphabet of names you can't forget,
  and finally all you crave are trusting souls with your
  hard-earned credit, slippage into promised wharves;
  Bali - please don't be closed! Perhaps, one thing more
  that you can't leave out - a safe harbour home!


                  

Wednesday, August 3, 2016













Loves Lost

        You, my beloved lost in advance, my never-appeared: 
                       –  Du im Voraus by Rainer Maria Rilke


There are
So many lost ways to
Love.

No one willing to count
The differences
Your latest way

Is misshapen, cruel poem!
Mind what you say
How you send your words
Orchestrate the unknown

Love's poetry is for love
Open, passionate
The long, long kiss

Send no other
If there's charm, beauty

Desire, allure. If not
Send The Panther – the other
Composed by Rilke

It will pace, grow weary
In the hands
No heart to win or lose

It's just a panther pacing
Back and forth
An image in a cage




Thursday, May 5, 2016


The Blue Train

The train leaves, the way
blue enters into green
wagons are horseless,
the whistle blows in threes.

The day is calm,
and trees hide bees,
the tunes you hear have rhythm
in their wings.

It's a footstep day
to museum, gold and trams
a horse stands
aside purple ropes,
the whistle blows again.

It's turtle slow
a second clattery ride
an engine pulling blue
with nowhere to hide.

Friday, April 22, 2016

Loves Lost
        You, my beloved lost in advance, my never-appeared: 
                       –  Du im Voraus by Rainer Maria Rilke



There are
So many lost ways to
Love.

No one willing to count
The differences
Your latest way

Is misshapen, cruel poem!
Mind what you say
How you send your words
Orchestrate the unknown

Love's poetry is for love
Open, passionate
The long, long kiss

Send no other
If there's charm, beauty

Desire, allure. If not
Send The Panther the other

It will pace, grow weary
In the hands
No heart to win or lose

It's just a panther pacing
Back and forth
An image in a cage


 
The Panther

His vision, from the constantly passing bars,
has grown so weary that it cannot hold
anything else. It seems to him there are
a thousand bars; and behind the bars, no world.

As he paces in cramped circles, over and over,
the movement of his powerful soft strides
is like a ritual dance around a center
in which a mighty will stands paralyzed.

Only at times, the curtain of the pupils
lifts, quietly--. An image enters in,
rushes down through the tensed, arrested muscles,
plunges into the heart and is gone.


Du im Voraus

You, my beloved lost in advance, my never-appeared,
I don’t know which notes you prefer.
I no longer try, when what’s coming billows over me,
to recognise you. All the great
images in me, scenery learned at a distance:
towns and spires and bridges and un-
suspected turns in the roads
and the immensity of those countries
once traversed by gods:
grows to its meaning in me,
your meaning, elusive one.

Oh, the gardens you are,
oh, I saw them with such
hope. An open window
in a country house — and you nearly
stepped toward me, thoughtful. Alleys I found —
you had just gone along them,
and sometimes the shopkeepers’ mirrors
were still dizzy with you, and gave out, afraid,
my too-sudden image. — Who knows if the same
bird did not ring out through us
yesterday, separately, in the evening?

Thursday, April 21, 2016



One of my favourite Rilke poems. It's been a Rilke week, read my poem Loves Lost



Monday, April 11, 2016


Three children's poems published on the Australian Children's Poetry website and many thanks to writing colleague and editor Teena Raffa-Mulligan. I was inspired to write these three from Prompt #4 Texture.  "Walls" seems popular and posted here.
https://australianchildrenspoetry.com.au/2016/03/20/poem-of-the-day-320/



Walls

Some people love walls.
They keep in yelping dogs,
But never cats or birds.
No one sees them talking at night
Yet walls do talk – to each other.
They compare positions, compositions.
Are they stone, cement or brick?
When they need our attention
They crumble for repair.
In winter a storm will blow them over.
Make gaps for geckos and hens.
Can you see the creatures scurrying
Passing two abreast?
Robert Frost loved walls, and said
They make good neighbours
Especially if they talked,
Had one’s garden trimmed,
Kept apple trees to one side
Pine cones to the other.

Do you love walls?

Saturday, March 19, 2016

I started writing a novel at university for a Masters degree in Writing. Previously to that, I had studied poetry and had kept to that stream in my undergraduate years, with some success in poetry publishing. Although I didn’t have a clue whether I could be a novelist or not, I completed a work of 80,000 words, the requirement set down by the university. After several re-writes and oodles of help from my supervisor, I completed my first work of fiction. Mind you, it was mostly about me as I’d heard the catch phrase “write what you know.” It was basically a “coming of age” novel and today it still sits in my bottom drawer – unpublished.
I now look at that work as a practice run. Why? Because it was terrible! And I had to face the truth after an examiner had written that it was 3 books in one, memoir, autobiography and fiction. She was right and if ever I get the chance in my old age and still have all my faculties, I may turn it into a memoir!
Looking back, writing a first novel and an exegesis as well as gaining an MA now seems so much easier. In other words, since finishing my second novel with many, many hours of re-writing, editing, late night sweats, and yet still a concerted belief in my characters, I now find that this is where the work begins. Getting the second novel, the real novel published. I say real because I’ve had to come up with the basic story, invent characters, devise the plot, create sub-plots, back-story, conflicts and problems. The only thing that has been easy has been the setting. The Ozone Café was a favourite teenage haunt of mine in Ettalong Beach, NSW, and I wanted to re-create the life of that café that I didn’t really take much notice of when I was 14!
The novel, although it is really novella size, is roughly 50,250 words. Even though I kept adding scenes, editing and re-editing it never really grew much bigger. Perhaps it was never meant to be 70 or 80,000 words. Therefore, I have been able to enter the novel in not only certain literary fiction awards, but also in novella competitions. It’s easy to get the word count down from 50,250 to 50,000 if that is the requirement. One thing that I have found to be the most difficult has been writing the synopsis. Many writers, blogs, websites and published authors will tell you it is the most daunting task you have to do; because the synopsis is the tool to convince a literary agent or publisher that your book is worth publishing.
I have had success as a published poet, but the ultimate challenge for me is to get a novel published. Another challenge is to get a few short stories published in order to get a track record as a fiction writer. But I’ll come back to that, later.*
Where was I? Oh yes, the “synopsis”. Firstly, I searched on the internet to find an easy answer. There was none. There is an abundance of “how to write a synopsis” articles on the web but the quantity is not only staggering, but mind-blowingly different. There is no.one synopsis that is a “one size fits all”. As well, many articles will give you the same advice, but won’t be able to give you the exact answer or example for your novel or non-fiction manuscript.
In the end, I took some really important points from a variety of articles, and studied some of the basics of what they were saying. I also knew that a synopsis was not like a book’s back cover blurb, for example, “This is a story of intrigue, and of one character’s journey, blah, blah, blah.
One thing I have learned is that a synopsis must be a good, basic piece of writing that covers the main points of the story and should be concise. It is advisable to include some dramatic turns, have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Also, it does not have to be a literary masterpiece, but remember the aim is to hook/impress the publisher.

Some Basic Points
·         Write no more than a page. Some publishers, literary awards, or competitions will ask for a specific word count, either: 200, 300 or 500 words. Don’t go over the requirement. Delete articles, adverbs or adjectives if you have to.
  • ·     Narrative Arc. A synopsis conveys the narrative arc, an explanation of the problem or plot, the characters, and how the book or novel ends. It ensures character actions and motivations are realistic and make sense. It summarizes what happens and who changes from beginning to the end of the story. It gives publishers a good and reliable preview of your writing skills.
  • Active Voice. The synopsis should be in the active voice and third person.
  • Unique Point of View. A publisher is usually looking for an idea of fresh or unique elements. Is your plot clichéd or predictable? Does it have elements that set your story apart from other works they have read?
  • Story Advancement. A synopsis should include the idea that generates the protagonist’s conflict.
  • Write Clearly. Focus on clarity in your writing and avoid wordiness. Remember, less is more.
Authors Tips on Writing a Synopsis
The Six Sentence Method by Natasha Lester
I find the six-sentence method really helpful. Try to summarise your story in 6 sentences, then expand a little on those six sentences in the synopsis.
The six sentences I focus on are:
  • ·         what is life like for my main character at the start of the book
  • ·         what is the thing that sets the protagonist off on their journey (the inciting incident, 
              described in a compelling way)
  • ·         what is the journey or the goal of your character and why is it so important to them
  • ·         what are a couple of obstacles that get in the way
  • ·         what is the biggest obstacle of all (doesn’t need to be described fully if it gives away too 
              much, but the drama needs to be hinted at)
  • ·         end with a question/hook

From the Writer’s Marketplace
How to write a perfect synopsis
A perfect synopsis has the following ingredients:
·         Length: 500-800 words (if required)
·         Main purpose: Summarise your plot
·         Secondary purpose: Make it clear what Unique Selling Point your book has
·         Language: Be businesslike: clear, to the point, neutral.
·         Presentation: Be well-presented: no typos or spelling mistakes. Normal font size, normal margins. Line spacing no narrower than 1.5
·         Character names. It helps if you put the names of main characters in bold or CAPS when you first introduce them. That way, if an agent has forgotten who Carlotta is, it's easy for them to skim back and jog their memory. (Remember that agents are reading a lot of these things, so they have about a million character names in their heads at any one time.)
·         Extra points. It's certainly not essential, but if you have a really compelling way to 'sell' your story in 2-3 lines maximum, then you could insert that little snippet up at the top of your synopsis as a way of reminding agents why they're interested in this MS in the first place. For example, a certain Ms Rowling might have opened her synopsis with, "Harry Potter, an orphan, thinks he is an ordinary boy when an owl brings him a letter inviting him to attend wizard school." That's not strictly speaking synopsis material, but it does instantly emphasise the book's appeal.
·         And remember: Tell the story: your job is not to sell the book, write dust jacket blurb, or anything else. Just say what happens in the story. That's all you need to do.

And luckily there are things you don't need to do:
·         Go into great detail about setting. If you were writing a synopsis for a Jane Austen novel for example, you might simply say "This novel is set in a small village in Regency England."
·         Go into vast detail about character - a few quick strokes are all that you need. For example you might say: "Bridget Jones - a ditzy, mildly boozy twenty-something - ..."
·         Be scrupulous about plot detail. It's fine to skip over subplots or ignore some of the finer detail of how X accomplishes Y. The truth is, you won't have time to include those things in a 700 word summary anyway. Agents know that the synopsis is at best an approximation of the story so you don't need to have a troubled conscience.
·         You also don't have to give away your very final plot twist - though you should make it clear that there is one. For example, you could write, "When Olivia finally catches up with Jack at the abandoned lighthouse, he tells her the real secret of his disappearance - and their final bloody reckoning ensues." Mostly though, a synopsis is the ultimate plot spoiler, and your job is just to spill the beans whether you like it or not.

Back to Basics: Writing a Novel Synopsis by Jane Friedman
https://janefriedman.com/novel-synopsis/    - I highly recommend reading Friedman’s articles.

Confusing yes/no?

I have come to the conclusion that for The Ozone Café, in particular, I must section the novel into three acts in order to outline the narrative arc. After all, I include three separate owners and even though my main protagonist Vincenzo Polamo features throughout the novel (in nearly every act), the other owners of the café also have their own journey, incidents and obstacles. 
   I remember conducting a class on the “inciting incident” and later pondered whether or not I had this happening early in the novel with Vincenzo. I worried and fretted, but finally came to the conclusion that since the main premise of the novel is the threat of demolition of the café (made implicit early on) this is really the inciting incident. The café (although an inanimate object) to my mind is also a character. What happens to the characters, their conflicts and problems, affects the functionality and well-being of the café.
    Therefore, nothing is cut and dry as some articles/authors make out.

My recent 3 synopses of The Ozone Café
200 words
Manuscript Title:  “The Ozone Café”
Synopsis

Vincenzo Polamo, a Calabrian, builds the Ozone Café with his builder-brother in 1957 in fictional Satara Bay. He meets three children, Winifred, Casey, and Nicolas, creating a seascape mural on a café wall that includes them. The café changes from Italian to Australian cuisine. However, due to long hours of hard work and Vincenzo’s wife unwilling to migrate to Australia, Vincenzo sells the café. 

Joe Pendlebury suffers setbacks with too few customers, poor health and problems due to a violent storm causing structural damage close to the mural.  In this act, Pendlebury is found dead on his kitchen floor, and Nicolas dies from muscular dystrophy, heightening Winifred’s concerns to keep the mural sacred.

Con & Dion Lasaridis experience problems with the damage. Unable to convince the Heystbury Shire the café is sound after a rebuild, they lose ownership in the courts due to the Shire revoking a Demolition Order (1946). This action belies the undercurrent of political corruption and the Memorial club’s lucrative economy to obtain the land. Vincenzo (et al) removes the mural reinstating it at his home. The mural becomes a lasting memorial to Nicolas Battersby, as well as the sole surviving piece of the Ozone Café.

300 words
Synopsis: The Ozone Café (in 3 Acts)
 
Vincenzo Polamo, a Calabrian, builds the Ozone Café with his builder-brother in 1957 in fictional Satara Bay, NSW. He meets three children, Winifred, Casey, and Nicolas (in a wheelchair with muscular dystrophy). In their association, Vincenzo creates a seascape mural on a courtyard wall that includes them and their shells. The café succeeds changing Italian cuisine to Australian, and at Winifred’s insistence, the purchase of jukeboxes and pinballs increases the youth clientele. However, after three years due to long hours of hard work and Vincenzo’s wife unwilling to migrate to Australia, Vincenzo sells the café. 
  
Joe Pendlebury has setbacks with too few customers, poor health and a violent storm that causes structural damage close to the mural. Winifred keeps an eye out and believes that Pendlebury is dismantling the mural and tells Vincenzo. In suspicious circumstances Pendlebury is found dead on his kitchen floor and his wife Shirley sells the café to the Greek boys. In this act, Nicolas dies from his illness and this heightens Winifred’s concerns to keep the mural sacred.

Con & Dion Lasaridis experience problems with the damaged wall. Unable to convince the Heystbury Shire the café is sound after the wall rebuild, they lose ownership in the courts due to the Shire revoking a Demolition Order (1946). The Greek boys believe it’s due to the illicit dealings of Heytsbury’s Mayor Tyrone with the Memorial Club. This action belies the undercurrent of political corruption and the club’s lucrative economy to obtain the land for expansion.
   Vincenzo with the help of his brother’s industrial machinery removes the mural from the café wall. In broad daylight they act as a bogus demolition team reinstating it in Vincenzo’s frontyard. The mural becomes a lasting memorial to Nicolas, as well as a sole surviving piece of the Ozone Café.

440 words (500 words or less)
The Ozone Café is a literary novel about the three separate owners and the café’s demise through political corruption.

Vincenzo Polamo, a Calabrian, builds the Ozone Café with his builder-brother in 1957 in fictional Satara Bay. Here, he meets three children, Winifred, Casey, and Nicolas who is in a wheelchair with muscular dystrophy. In their association, Vincenzo creates a seascape mural on the outside of the café that includes the children and their shells. At Winifred’s insistence, the café succeeds when Vincenzo changes his Italian cuisine to a more popular Australian menu. Being a holiday town, he also purchases entertainment machines from Bill Sanderson, owner of the General Store. However, after three years, due to the long hours of hard work and Vincenzo’s wife unwilling to migrate to Australia, Vincenzo sells the café.

Joe Pendlebury suffers setbacks with too few customers, poor health and a violent storm that causes structural damage close to the mural. Winifred keeps an eye out and believes that Pendlebury is dismantling the mural and tells Vincenzo. Pendlebury is really at a loss of knowing what to do about the wall, having no tradesman’s skills, little money and the fact that he hasn’t renewed his insurance. In suspicious circumstances he is found dead on his kitchen floor. In this act, Nicolas dies from his illness and this heightens Winifred’s concerns to keep the mural sacred in his memory.

Shirley Pendlebury (Joe’s wife) sells the café to Con and Dion Lasaridis (Greek boys).While the Ozone is a success, the cracked wall is a serious problem for the Greek boys. They are unable to convince the Heytsbury Shire that the courtyard wall has been professionally rebuilt, and therefore publicly safe. They lose the café in a court case when the Shire enforces an unrevoked Demolition Order of 1946. The Greek boys (et al) believe it’s due to the illicit dealings of Heytsbury’s Mayor Tyrone with the Memorial Club (Return Soldiers League) wanting expansion, closer to the beach where the Ozone is situated. It is the Memorial Club’s gambling economy that belies the undercurrent of political corruption in the town, and reveals why the café is constantly under threat for removal from the landscape.
When the Shire takes its time to demolish the Ozone Café, Vincenzo, with the help of his brother’s industrial machinery, removes the mural from the café. In broad daylight, they act as a bogus demolition team reinstating it in Vincenzo’s front yard. The mural becomes a lasting memorial to Nicolas, as well as the sole surviving piece of the Ozone Café.

Final Advice
"When you write a synopsis, it will be some of the worst writing of your life, but don't worry about that. Just tell the story."

"Tell the story straight, like you're telling it to me over dinner."

"Think of it as the plot of a movie," another writer suggests "Hit the highlights."


Note: Publishers on the whole ask for your publishing history. They want to know who you are. Try to get some fiction published, even if it is only as small as flash/micro fiction.

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Helen Hagemann © 2016


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Helen Hagemann holds an MA in Writing from Edith Cowan University, has three poetry books: Evangelyne & Other Poems published by Australian Poetry, Melbourne (2009) and of Arc & Shadow published by Sunline Press, Perth (2013). Bounty: prose poetry is published by Oz.one Publishing in 2024. She has three novels published The Last Asbestos Town (2020), The Ozone Café (2021) and The Five Lives of Ms Bennett a result of her Masters degree at ECU (2006), is published by Oz.one Publishing (2023).

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