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Tuesday, 26 August 2014

Once You Have Good Material Assembled, It Won’t Take Long to Write Your Book


I’ve been making rapid progress with this latest book. Since I began serious work on 26 June, and despite having had two weeks away in Norway, I have got 48,000 written. That’s well past the halfway mark, meaning that I'm averaging 1500 a working day. I am reminded of the days when I was writing corporate histories and could occasionally polish off 3-4000 at a sitting. But I was younger then….

This rapid progress is all down to one thing: starting each day with good research material in front of me. The fellow I’m working with right now has been thinking about his long and adventurous life for some time. I think he started to reflect, seriously, when he was doing time in a very unpleasant Federal Penitentiary. As we searched for a buyer for the book we took great pains to come up with an outline and chapter breakdown. Of course, we have deviated from the original outline – that will always happen - but they’ve been useful guides, and we’ve kept in mind the factors that sold the idea: namely, my subject’s early forays into black-market oil trading in the Niger Delta, a field in which he was the first operator, some twenty-plus years ago. Along the way, he’s kept up his end of the ghosting deal, namely:

(a) sending me substantial chapter outlines on a regular basis;
(b) whenever I ask a question, sending a swift and detailed reply - be it a physical description of a minor character, information on the private banking system in Lichtenstein, where he hid substantial cash deposits, or an explanation of acronyms like AHTSV (Anchor Handling Tug Supply Vessel) or VLCC (Very Large Crude Container).

Having now known my subject for four years – that’s how long ago it was that we first discussed a book about his life in dope-smuggling, deep-sea fishing, treasure-hunting, deep-sea diving, black-market oil trading and running shipping fleets in South America and West Africa – I can often flesh out a chapter purely from my own recollections of the many remarkable stories he has told me. Some of those won’t find a place in the main story, but it’s always a great help to have this accumulated background knowledge when you’re writing a biography. It means that in the course of any narrative section I can get into his head and have him reflect on matters that may be tangential to the plot but are pertinent to his own personality and character. Call it light relief.

Would that all ghost writing were this easy, and this enjoyable. I cannot help but reflect on other projects, when I’ve had to conjure a 6,000 or 8,000-wprd chapter from half a page of notes consisting mostly of ‘He was a fantastic character’, ‘It was unbelievable’, or ‘We had an amazing time.’

Harrumph. An outline of Chapter 13 has this minute arrived in my Inbox, and I am promised Ch. 14 in short order. I must to start on my half of the job.  

Friday, 15 August 2014

The Troms Border Trail, Part 2

There’s a lot more I could say about our hike in the Norwegian Arctic. But really, the pictures tell most of the story.



It wasn’t the greatest weather when we set out; indeed, it was quite brooding. The trail was marked by a red splash of paint on the rocks here and there, and with cairns – not all as visible as this one:

 
 

As I mentioned in my last post, the huts are what made the whole thing practicable from our point of view. Here are the huts at Gappo, which was almost a village: two residential (or was it three?), an earth closet and a woodshed. I think we had five other people (plus a dog) staying the night when we were there. Sometimes we had the place to ourselves.

 

Here’s an inside shot of a typical hut. Despite the mild weather we were grateful for the log stove on a couple of occasions after we’d got caught in a late afternoon thunderstorm.
 


 
A feature of day 3, after we left Gappo, was that we managed to convert a 20-kilometre hike into a 32-km slog. We set off towards this very recognisable mountain and only after marching 5-6 km did we realise that we were heading west when we should have been heading southwest. Nothing for it but to retrace our steps and start again.

 

We expected to meet reindeer, and indeed we had to move through one herd that was several thousand strong – and were simply too exhausted to get the cameras out. But this sight caught our eye: a small herd apparently grazing on a snow-bank. A.’s theory was that this was the grown-up reindeer explaining to the youngsters what lay in store in the coming winter. That evening we met a couple of Norwegian women in a hut who explained that the reindeer didn’t like the kind of heat we were experiencing and were in fact cooling off; also, on the snow they would briefly be free of the mosquitoes.

 

Despite the rocky landscape, wild flowers were everywhere. It wasn’t always apparent what they were feeding on, but they seemed to thrive. Here are some harebells, doing well in an unlikely habitat.

 


… and a teasel:

 

With no supplies available in these far northern huts (the Trekking Association have many huts further south where groceries can be bought, or even prepared meals) we had to carry everything we would need. As well as having loads of cereals, home-made muesli, nuts, dried fruit, etc, we took our own dried ingredients for soup. We also made up batches of dry mix for tortillas and pancakes. At night we’d cook up enough for our supper – greasing the pan from our little phial of olive oil - and the using the leftovers for the next day’s midday meal.

 

 

When we got to the huts one of the first chores was always to fetch water. In the case of this place, with the supply 200 yards away, they provided a handy yoke. Note that I am wearing me midge veil: a vital piece of equipment up there.

 


 
The area where we were walking was staggeringly beautiful, but the truth is… there were few more wonderful sights than a hut coming into view after a gruelling day’s hike.
 

 

Actually, there was another very welcome sight we looked out for each morning, namely a suitable place to bathe after we’d worked up a sweat over the first hour or two. So here’s your blogger at his daily toilette – at a discreet 200 yards’ distance. I have a vivid memory of that lake. We’d just walked through one of the lowest-lying parts of the hike, through a marsh and a stunted woodland – and we’d been ravaged by mosquitoes. The feeling of cold water on our skin was sheer bliss.

 

 

We crossed rivers every day – sometimes a dozen or more, and very few caused us any real difficulty. This one, however, was a bit of a challenge, but with gaiters in place, and using our poles, we got across with dry feet.

 


 

 

Sunday, 10 August 2014

The Troms Border Trail – a 100-mile hike in Arctic Norway (En 160 kilometer lang tur langs Troms Border Trail)


 

POINTING THE WAY
 

Just back from an eight-day hike in the Norwegian Arctic, and to tell the truth it’s hard to find the words, yet, to tell the full story. Let’s just say that in a hundred miles (158 kilometres) of walking over eight days we saw not a single gate, nor a fence, nor a motorised vehicle; not even a light bulb. Just mile after mile of superb mountain scenery with the occasional fellow hiker – perhaps one or two a day.

 
THE REMAINS OF LAST WINTER'S SNOW


At altitudes no greater than 1000 metres, and often nearer 500, the weather – despite the ever-present snow-banks – was what you’d expect in an English summer, the temperature varying between 15 and 23 C (60 to 73 F). At night, with the sun up for 23 or more hours a day, it never dropped below about 10 C (50 F). We had one thunderstorm, which drenched us, but the joy of this trip was that, as members of the Norwegian Trekking Association, we had a key to their beautifully equipped huts.

 

THE HUT AT VUOMA; I'LL SHOW SOME INTERIOR SHOTS NEXT TIME
 
Each hut had a four-ring propane stove for cooking on, a large wood-burner with log-stack, and bunks with mattresses and pillows. All we had to carry was a sheet sleeping-bag, a change of underwear, some foul weather-gear, and all the food we would need. (More on that in a day or two)

DRYING MY WASHING
 
The scenery ranged from grassland to long stretches of glacial boulders and the occasional woodland at lower levels. The abundant rivers and lakes provided clean drinking water and a daily opportunity to bathe and do a little laundry, using a suitably ecological detergent fluid.
 

ONE OF MANY BOULDER-FIELDS WE HAD TO PICK OUR WAY ACROSS
 

There’s an awful lot more I could say, but it’s late on a Sunday night and tomorrow morning I must be a ghost-writer again. So I’ll pick this up later in the week and throw in a few more photos.


OUR WAY HERE LED BETWEEN THE TWO LAKES AND OVER THE FIRST MOUNTAIN
 


AFTER THE STORM
 

 

 

Sunday, 20 July 2014

Iron rations for the Arctic Circle


It’s only a week or so till we head north to the Arctic Circle, somewhere above Tromso, so today we shouldered our packs and had a practice hike, carrying precisely what we will set off with: a bare minimum of spare clothing, a set of waterproofs, and mounds of grub.
 

 

Yesterday we laid out all our supplies on the kitchen table. It does rather look as though we’ll be living off trail bars, but since we took the picture we have performed miracles with the bags of flour and other dry ingredients (see below).

The hike takes eight days and takes us close to the point where the borders of Finland, Sweden and Norway meet. The trail, we understand, is well marked, and our overnight accommodation will be in very basic wooden huts, situated at 15-25 kilometre intervals. Each hut has a stove for cooking, mattresses for sleeping on… and that’s your lot. Water along the route has to be taken from lakes and rivers; there are no refreshment stops at all. If we miscalculate, our last couple of days are going to be very hungry indeed. But, looking on the bright side, our packs will be feather-light.

We have spent a long time thinking about what to eat. Weight is the big issue, along with calories. Breakfast each day will be a measured portion of our trusty, bog-standard home-made muesli: oats, nuts, coconut, sunflower seeds, raisins – and the magic ingredient, dried milk. Add water and it’ll be a little like being at home. We have plenty of coffee, of course, and a bag of Earl Grey tea-leaves.

Main meals have caused us the most concern. We have a selection of packet soups, some herbs and spices, and three staples:

(1)   3 packs of mixed lentils, rice, spices and dried onion – plus seasoning. That should cook in 20-30 minutes and make a hearty soup to a recipe we have tested and found excellent.

(2)   A mix of plain flour, baking powder and salt. 3 packs, each big enough to make 8-10 tortillas; that’s been tried and tested over many years.

(3)   A mix of self-raising flour, dried egg and milk powder, which will make a substantial pancake. Again, 3 packs. We tried these last week, and they certainly stick to a guy’s ribs.

We also have a few sachets of dried egg and milk powder. We tested that too, the other day, and the scrambled egg it made was… well, we agreed that after we’ve walked 20 km we’ll probably tolerate it.

Along with the staples, plus a few odds and ends like oatcakes, some canned sardines and dried banana, we have a number of treats:

(1)   dozens – and dozens - of trail bars, or flapjacks
(2)   a dry-mix that promises to convert into vegetarian sausage
(3)   some Oxo cubes – which make a very tasty drink
(4)   some freeze-dried ice-cream I was given for Christmas
(5)   lots of dates, nuts and dried apricots
(6)   a couple of tubes of vegetarian pâté
(7)   …and, if we get lucky in Oslo, where we have half a day on the way up, some smoked mackerel. The Norwegians are very good indeed with fish. 

With eight days of austerity looming, we thoroughly enjoyed today’s pickings from the vegetable garden:

 

Thursday, 17 July 2014

Out in Paperback: The Red House on the Niobrara.


Last week I finally completed the process of formatting The Red House on the Niobrara and jumping through all the other hoops required for publication. Just go to the amazon.com (or amazon.co.uk) websites and there it is. £13.95 in the U.S., £8.99 U.K. Please note that this edition does not have the photographic matter incorporated – the price would have been prohibitive – but all the photos are available through my blog postings over the period I was in the red house.
 
 

I'm now ready to mail out copies to UK customers - £8.99 (p&p FREE). Please email me at
injury-time@alan-wilkinson.com