It Started with a Picture

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Like most of my novels, this one started with an image, a setting. In this case, it was a picture in a travel book. Even back in 2011 I knew that my next novel would be set in Australia, because that was where my sister had gone to live with her Australian husband. They left South Africa in the middle of 2011 to settle in Melbourne, and I knew that I would follow them within a few years. Which I have now done, but that’s another story, so let’s backtrack a bit.

When my only sibling and her husband announced that they were leaving, my brother-in-law knew exactly where they would go – to Melbourne which was where most of his family lived. He had been to visit them there a few years before, but my sister hadn’t. She had no idea what to expect, and for both of us Melbourne was simply a place on a map.

As is my inclination when I need to research something, I headed into my nearest bookshop to look for books on Australia and, more specifically, on Melbourne. The book I found was a travel book, beautifully illustrated with loads of photographs of many places – Federation Square, Flinders Street station, the trams gliding through leafy streets, the Puffing Billy train that chugs through the mountainous area known as the Dandenongs, and an array of popular eating places, some of which were in a street called Lygon Street.

I realised that Melbourne was a beautiful city, filled with artistic, historical, sporting, culinary and cultural delights, and not some one-horse town in the middle of the vast red desert that made up the Australian outback in my mind. I bought the book and presented it to my sister.

The more she read it, the more she discovered and passed on to me interesting bits about her soon-to-be city. Before she left to live there, I bought myself a copy of the same book, so that we could both be on the same page, as it were, when she wanted to tell me about a place she had been to. It helped me to be able to picture her in a place that was accessible to me, even if only by book.

Lygon Street covers a relatively small area in Carlton, just north of the city centre, near the Melbourne Museum, but it’s tightly packed with Italian restaurants, Gelateria, fashion boutiques and gorgeous cake shops, interspersed with parks, trees and small lanes. The restaurants sit cheek-by-jowl, with their tables and chairs spilling out onto the pavements, their hosts declaiming about their mouth-wateringly delicious food to all passers-by.

My sister found it to be an exciting, unique place on her first visit and, during one of our Skype sessions, told me on which page of our books to find a photo of it. She promised that we would go there when I came out to Australia on holiday. I stared long and hard at the picture in the book, at its neon signs illuminating the leafy green trees spreading above the tables, and the inevitable happened: I began to imagine characters other than us hanging out there.

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I took my first trip to Melbourne when my sister had been there almost six months, but long before that I had created images in my head of how Lygon Street would look in reality, and how one of my main characters, Bobby, would run a bar set in a basement below one of the many vibrant restaurants there, and he would live… oh, I don’t know – in a house somewhere in the same area.

The reality, when I visited it with my sister, was quite different. There were no basements leading down from the street level, but most of the buildings were double storey. There were also plenty of small lanes between buildings, leading to other lanes and what had once been alleys, I suppose, but had been prettified. Best of all was a lane leading past a restaurant to an inner courtyard in which we found a modern clock tower and what looked like a set of upstairs apartments.

This was good. This meant that people actually lived in between all these restaurants. But it wasn’t quite what I had been hoping for. I liked the clock tower, though…

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Further in, we found a few gates and garages behind the clock tower, as well as homes above some of the shops. There was a whole world of quaint, attractively painted shops and small businesses rubbing shoulders with private dwellings, and this was just what I needed for Bobby. In my mind I appropriated the restaurant in the lane leading to the clock tower for Bobby’s piano bar, and I gave him an apartment above, overlooking Lygon Street itself.

The bar was small, but I needed the apartment to be large enough for Bobby to have a spare room that contained old family junk, so I obligingly created an Italian restaurant in front of the bar and a very large and well organised stockroom behind it, with the apartment stretched luxuriously over the whole lot. I also gave Bobby a hired garage a few lanes away for him to house his car which he doesn’t often use, but does need for one very important trip about halfway through the novel.

I’ve been back to Lygon Street many times, and on each visit I check to see that I’m still on track in my imaginary version of it. I usually take more photos too, which is probably silly, but I do like to be able to cross reference things.

It’s been a long road, writing this novel. There have been too many interruptions, too much upheaval in my life, but the novel is finally reaching the end of its winding road. All it needs now is a final read, a cover, some formatting for Amazon, and then it’ll be ready to go out in the world and carve its own path.

Watch this space…

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18 thoughts on “It Started with a Picture

  1. I enjoyed the “journey” of your process here. Sounds like the novel is just about ready, and I hope you’ll have smoother circumstances for the writing of the next one. Good luck on your launch of your Melbourne story!

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    • Thank you. I was hoping to have this book up on Amazon before the New Year started, but I’m a bit behind. I’ll definitely announce it when it’s ready.

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  2. Susan! So cool to get to wander through your writing process a little bit. I can only be in awe of how you can take one look at a picture and see a novel. That is just awesome!!! Good luck getting it all wrapped up. And congrats!

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    • Thank you, Calen. My over-active imagination always likes to make up stories from just-about-nothing. This one was such fun to make up and to follow to its natural conclusion.

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  3. Melbourne is one of the prettiest places there is. I’m glad you got to dream of it…and now are living it. Perhaps, one day, you’ll pass by ‘Nova’s building’ and see the park – and tell me all about it 😛
    I am going to keep tabs on how your story progresses, and I can’t wait to see what comes from your mix of the real and the imaginary.

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    • Thanks for your comment, TP. When I read Nova, I was delighted to find that it took place in Melbourne, but I don’t recognise where her building is. I’m guessing it’s near the city centre but it takes half an hour on a tram from the ice cream place where she took the photos of Edward, which had a view of the Arts Centre and the river. How about a clue…? 🙂

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  4. I so enjoyed this picture of the way you find a setting, develop it, and cross reference it with photographs. I’ve always liked knowing how creative people work, so this post intrigued me. Congratulations on nearing the end of a major project you carried on admidst upheaval.

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    • Thank you, Aunt Beulah. Now that I’m nearing the end of this one, my brain is sending out feelers for the setting of my next novel. There is so much inspiration here in Melbourne that I’m spoiled for choice…

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    • Thank you, Susie – I’m flattered to be nominated. A lot of blogs seem to be award-free, but mine isn’t. I think they’re fun, and they bring in new readers which is always good. Will check out the rules and questions, and let you know when it’s up.

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