Let me start off by telling you about my novel: THE UGLY TEAPOT is the story of
a fourteen-year-old girl who loved her father so
much that she worried about him constantly. After all, he was a photographer
who traveled to the most dangerous places in the world.
To allay her fears, each time he came home he brought her
silly gifts, each one with supposed magical powers: the Seal of Solomon, the
Ring of Gyges, even Aladdin’s Lamp. It was that lamp that the girl found most
unbelievable, for it looked like an ugly teapot. Nevertheless, her father
assured her it was real, and made her promise to save her three wishes for
something very special.
Then . . . six months later . . . the unthinkable
happened. Her father was killed while on assignment to Baghdad. And so on the
day of his funeral the girl did something she never thought she would ever do.
She took out that teapot and gave it a rub . . .
Okay, that’s the story blurb, and now I have a confession to
make. I didn’t start out to write novels. I started out to make films. I
directed two feature films starring Lou Diamond Phillips, one for Miramax and
one for Lionsgate; then I directed a Bollywood feature film shot on location in
India that starred two huge Bollywood stars, one of whom had won the Indian
version of an Academy Award.
I also wrote and directed a lot—and I do mean a LOT! —of
television. Some of these were documentaries shot all over the world, but
mostly I worked in series television—and most of these shows were in the area
of children’s television. According to IMDB, I’ve directed north of 250
episodes of TV, and along the way I’ve won quite a few awards, including two
Emmys.
Why am I telling you all of this? Because none of it
matters. Seriously, when I started writing novels I discovered that all of my
work in television and film was irrelevant. It didn’t matter one bit. Okay, maybe
it did matter one bit—writing so much television had taught me what a good
story looked like, sounded like, tasted like (they taste like chicken and go
really well with some fava beans and a nice Chianti), but I still had to learn
how to translate that knowledge into writing prose. And there is a difference
between writing prose and writing screenplays. Oh yeah, trust me on this. There’s
a huge difference.
When I started writing THE UGLY TEAPOT I was like a deer in
the headlights. I had no clue what I was doing and went through a bunch of
drafts. I tried to educate myself by reading a lot of books on writing and by
speaking with my friends who were novelists. Mostly, however, I read a lot of
children’s fiction. I’ve always loved reading, and I’ve always loved children’s
literature; plus I’ve been fortunate to work on television shows with children who
fit my target age range. This all helped. It also helped that screenplays and
novels have something in common. They both have the same “show not tell rule”. Unfortunately,
they also have a major difference. Novels are meant to be read and screenplays
are meant to be filmed. Yeah, I know, duh! But what this means is that you only
put down in a screenplay what the audience will see and/or hear. You do not dig
deep into the characters’ psyche—that’s for the actors to portray, and the
director to cover visually—and they both get really upset with you if you mess
with their territory!
So in order to write THE UGLY TEAPOT, I had to learn how to write
fiction. This was a challenge for someone who had never taken a writing course.
What I did have, fortunately, was a lot of experience telling stories. I also
had a good story to tell. THE UGLY TEAPOT began life as a screenplay called
FIREFLIES, and everyone who had read it, loved it. It had been optioned numerous
times by some powerful producers (including Gerald R. Molen who had won the
Academy Award for producing Schindler’s
List). Jerry tried to get FIREFLIES made into a movie for a number of
years, but he was known for producing big-budgeted films (HOOK, JURASSIC PARK,
MINORITY REPORT, etc.), and FIREFLIES was a sweet, small-budgeted film, so he
was never able to get it made. Then a friend of mine at Disney read it, loved
it, and told me, “This is really good. You should adapt it into a novel.”
This struck a chord with me. First, I really appreciated the
praise; and second, I’d always wanted to write novels, I just never thought I
could. Why? Well, the best analogy I can give you comes from some of my actor
friends in Hollywood. A lot of them will tell you, “I’m only acting in
television and films to make money. My goal is to be a star on Broadway. That’s
where the real actors are.” And that,
in a convoluted way, was my attitude about writing for television—the “real”
writers were writing novels—and I wasn’t a real writer. At the time, however, I
was working in South Africa a lot and those seventeen hour plane rides to Cape
Town gave me ample time to fuss around with the idea of writing a novel, and
what came out of that fussing was THE UGLY TEAPOT.
The story itself had an earlier germination. My brother had died
of cancer at a very young age and his death had a devastating impact on me.
FIREFLIES was my way of dealing with my grief, and I wanted to use the story to
help others. However, I didn’t want to write a sad, depressing ode to my
brother. He wouldn’t have liked that. So what did I write instead? I wrote an
action/adventure film filled with magic and humor.
Then when FIREFLIES the screenplay metamorphosed into THE
UGLY TEAPOT the novel, I stayed true to my original story, but tried to make
TEAPOT more “novel-like”. This required, for one thing, expanding my story. FIREFLIES
was 110 pages long (normal for most screenplays, but too short for a middle-grade
novel), so expanding it allowed me to flesh out my characters and situations.
This was fun, but intimidating. I was helped along by the fact that I had kept
most of my notes on character and plot from the original screenplay, and I had tons
of material I’d been forced to cut from the screenplay in order to get it down
to length.
Bottom line: I really enjoyed the process. So much so that
I’m doing it again. I’m currently writing the sequel to THE UGLY TEAPOT. What’s
it about? Well, I can’t tell you very much without a spoiler alert, but I can
tell you this: Aladdin’s Lamp has appeared in a tiny village in the foothills
of the Great Smoky Mountains, and the people living there will never be the
same. Fathers will rise from the dead, dogs will start talking, and people will
die. And that’s just on the first day.
If you would like to know more about THE UGLY TEAPOT:
HANNAH’S STORY, here are some links:
The sequel will be out at the end of this year, and I hope you’ll check them both out. Thanks for listening!
The sequel will be out at the end of this year, and I hope you’ll check them both out. Thanks for listening!
THE UGLY TEAPOT is Fred Holmes’s first fiction novel, having previously ghost written a nonfiction book, LETTERS FROM DAD. He is known primarily as a writer and director of films and television, working primarily in family films and children’s television. His work can be seen on Mary Lou Retton’s FLIP FLOP SHOP, BARNEY & FRIENDS, WISHBONE, HORSELAND, IN SEARCH OF THE HEROES, and many other shows, for which he has won two Emmys and three CINE Golden Eagles, among numerous other awards. He has also directed three feature films, including DAKOTA, starring Lou Diamond Phillips, distributed by Miramax, and HEART LAND, a Bollywood feature film shot on location in India. He lives with his wife and son in the southwest United States, and can be found online at www.flholmes.com
I really enjoyed hearing about your writing journey, Fred. You've also had quite the 'entertainment' experience, which is way cool! This book sounds wonderful, even more so that you've shared your inspiration for its original creation.
ReplyDeleteThanks, it has definitely been a challenging journey. If you're curious about how to sell one of your novels as a screenplay in LA, stay tuned. Robert will be publishing another author post from me that will share with you the process. Thanks again for your comment! Happy writing!
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