Guest Post: Of Monsoons and Memories

My guest author today is Renita D’Silva – she’s talking about the inspiration for her debut novel, Monsoon Memories, which came out in 2014 and covers lots of my favourite elements in a novel – secrets, lies and family ties…


On freezing, windswept afternoons, when naked trees wave their bare branches like zombies in horror movies, when the icy air smells of winter and tastes grey, of yearning, I close my eyes and picture my childhood home. Swathes of velvet green fields billow gracefully in the fragranced breeze. The pearly drops dotting them – a legacy of that morning’s monsoon shower – twinkle and gleam in the playful sunshine like the eyes of a woman in love.

Hills undulate in the distance, mossy emerald interspersed with reddish brown. Women in multi-hued saris gossip while munching paan, men hoist their lungis as they go about their chores. The water in the stream giggles as it trips over stones. The smell of rain, churned earth, spices and heat. The taste of my grandmother’s cooking: red rice smothered in tangy curd flavoured with green chilli, accompanied by dry fish chutney. The exquisite comfort of my mother’s touch.

Memories. They define you, they are the framework bolstering your past, bridging it to your future.

I first started writing Monsoon Memories, my debut, in November, on one of those days so typical of an English winter, when blonde rays of weak sunlight struggle to pierce the overcast skies. The trees and bushes were bereft. Everything was hushed, waiting for the wake-up call of spring that would bring with it yellow daffodils and the promise of summer.

‘Write about what you know’ all the books on writing advised. And so I did. I imagined a girl huddling on a veranda, sipping warm tea and eating spicy vadais smacking of oil and contentment, the sound of the rain and the muted notes of the plaintive song of women planting paddy saplings in the fields below arousing in her a strange longing. A young girl with her whole life ahead of her, waiting for her to lay claim to it. I could relate to this girl. I was her.

And then, I had a thought. Even in the throes of winter, when the world is stamped out by a curtain of fog, I can escape to a sunnier, more colourful place in my memories. What if this girl – now a woman living in England – couldn’t do that? What if her memories were tainted by something that had happened, something so dreadful that she couldn’t think of her past, couldn’t recall even one good memory without the spectre of what had happened haunting, looming? Who was she, this girl who couldn’t claim her past? And thus, Shirin was born.

And then, Reena demanded space in my story, her voice insistent in my head. A girl on the cusp of adolescence, who, on a gloomy monsoon afternoon accesses memories of a time before her through the medium of old photographs. An inquisitive girl, tracing her roots, wanting to anchor herself to the past. Supposing she found a picture that she wasn’t meant to find, one that should have been destroyed. And just like that, everything she has ever believed about herself, her family, the framework that defines her world, disintegrates into a mess of sorry lies and subterfuge instigated by the adults in her life.

But, at the moment of discovery, she is still blissfully ignorant of the import of what she has found, what that one contraband picture will unleash, unaware that her decision to keep the picture and delve into the mysteries lurking there, will determine what is to come.

Afterwards, when her innocence is irrevocably lost, this girl, Reena, wonders what she can believe if she has to question everything she has trusted implicitly so far, if she has to look again at everything her parents told her and filter it for lies. It is like trying to sieve rice using a spaghetti strainer. Everything falls through and nothing remains.

And that is how I created Monsoon Memories. It is the story of a woman who cannot access her memories, her past, without facing the horror she has shied away from, so that she is now existing, not living, someone who has lost herself. And it is the story of a girl who gets a glimpse into a memory set in her father’s childhood that she wasn’t meant to access, preserved via a photograph that was meant to be destroyed – all this happening against a background of monsoon rain that drums on the tiles and slithers down the walls like never-ending tears.


Many thanks for coming on the blog, Renita. You can get a copy of Monsoon Memories here, keep up to date with Renita’s writing news on her website, and also connect with her on Twitter.

Just Keep Going

I’m thrilled to have Angela Marsons as a guest blogger today. Her story of success is truly inspirational and a must-read for all novelists whatever stage they are at with their writing and however many rejections they’ve had…


In January 2015 I was working 12 hour night shifts in a job that I hated. Fast forward to January 2016 and I have sold more than one million books, signed eleven foreign rights deals and in addition to my publishing contract with Bookouture for 8 books have signed with Bonnier Publishing for paperback rights on my first three Kim Stone novels.

I have to smile when I read of my ‘overnight’ success. It is a night that has lasted for twenty five years. In the publishing world I appear to have been born this year but I have been trying for a quarter of a century to share my work.

In that time I have started many books, finished some and abandoned others. I have worn a ridge on the shoulder of my postman from carrying the A4 brown envelopes of rejection. There were days I swear I could see the pity in his eyes as he dropped five or more such packages on my doormat in one go.

And the response from the publishers was always the same (if there was any response at all) which was ‘we like it but we just don’t love it’. It was a phrase that would haunt me for years. But I never stopped sending work out. Although the rejection was hard to bear, while there were submissions out in the world there was still hope. Once all of them were back I would dust myself down and send off a whole new batch.

In an act of defiance and after many years of trying to write the books I thought publishers would like, I decided to write a book just for me. I wrote Silent Scream about the character that had been in my head for years and set it in my local area of the Black Country. I expected to hit a brick wall at around 20,000 words but at least I would have known I’d tried.

It was at that point that the pencil took over and I simply couldn’t stop. I was getting up at five in the morning to write before I went to work and then straight back to it once I got home. Eventually in 2012 I secured a top London agent. I was delirious and thought my dreams were about to come true. Two years later we parted company, plunging me into the depths of despair. If this man couldn’t sell my work then no-one could. I’d had my chance and now it was over and I could barely look at a pencil never mind start a new book.

I had taken voluntary redundancy to give my writing a real opportunity and I had failed. I couldn’t find work and was rejected for a job as a warehouse operative at an Amazon fulfilment centre. My partner and I were selling our belongings to pay the mortgage. It was by far the darkest time of my life.

The next part is a bit like a fairytale.

From nowhere I received a call from an editor I’d worked with when I was with the London agency. She had also left the agency but had never forgotten about me or my character Kim Stone. Without my knowledge she had submitted Silent Scream to a small, young and dynamic digital imprint called Bookouture. I accepted this news very calmly as I was too scared to hope. I had just started a new job as a night supervisor in an alarm receiving centre and had to put all my energy into that.

A few days later I was contacted by Bookouture who said ‘they loved it’. I scoured the email for the inevitable words of ‘but not enough’. But they weren’t there. They simply loved it and wanted to sign me for four Kim Stone books. There were tears, lots of them and they weren’t small and dainty sniffles. They were big, fat, loud messy sobs.

To say that I could not believe it is a total understatement and even now some aspects of the last year have not yet found their way to my conscious mind. Silent Scream was published in February 2015 and within a few days of release hit the number one spot on Kindle and stayed there for a month. A week or so after that Bookouture asked me to sign with them for a further four books making eight in total and I couldn’t say yes quickly enough.

Subsequently Evil Games was published in May and Lost Girls was released in November and the first draft of book 4 has just been completed. Throughout last year I received interest from literary agents and publishers but I will be a Bookouture author for as long as they want me. Loyalty is very important to me and I will never forget that this small and driven team shared my passion for Kim Stone and her stories.

The lady responsible for sending in the manuscript is now my editor at Bookouture and we work closely together on every Kim Stone story. So, in a nutshell, that is my story and the advice I would offer to any aspiring author is this.

  1. Don’t write about what you know. Write about what you’d like to know. Every one of my books contains subject matter that interests me. Evil Games was written because I am intrigued by the sociopathic personality. The research for the book was fascinating and it is a long, lonely journey if the subject matter is not important to you.
  2. Never forget why you started writing in the first place. As a child I would pretend that my father had left us so that I could explore the way I felt about it. He’d only gone to the pub for an hour. I began to write because I wanted to explore the complexity of human relationships.
  3. Don’t show anyone your first draft. There may be a chapter or a passage or a sentence that you’re dying to share. You may just want an opinion on the story or characters. I would say, Don’t do it. For me, the first draft is my sandpit, it’s my playground. It is my opportunity to write what I want without the reader, editor, critic on my back. If it’s awful, it’s fine because there’s always the second draft and the third. But you don’t know the story yourself until you’ve reached the end of that first journey.
  4. Trust your own instinct. I have come to learn that my gut is the most reliable organ in my body. There is the head and the heart and I firmly believe that my gut is a good mixture of the two. Not all recommendations for change are right.

But, the single most important thing I can say to anyone is to just keep writing. And especially when things are tough and you feel there’s no hope, write some more. There is always hope and you simply never know what’s going to happen next.


Thanks so much, Angela. Really great to hear your story and know that things can turn around at any moment no matter how unlikely it seems that you’re going to get anywhere with your writing. So writers everywhere, take heed – keep on keeping on!

Tell us below how you keep motivated to just keep going and you could win a review of your short story (up to 2,500 words). The deadline for entering is 9pm on Sunday 24th January. The winner will be picked by random number generator and announced here on the 25th.

You can find out more about Angela on her website and connect with her on Twitter. All of the DI Stone novels to date can be found on Amazon.