Blog – Page 2 – Rachel Rivers Porter

Reach for the stars

Rachel Rivers Porter 21 June, 2018 Comments Off

It was a real pleasure to speak to students at Hertfordshire and Essex High School where I spent seven happy years. After telling students amusing stories of what I was like at school, I encouraged them to keep working hard to achieve their dreams.

It was great to see the following article in Bishop’s Stortford Independent.

You can read the article here… bishopsstortford-herts-and-essex-newspaper.pdf

I was also honoured to be invited to speak at Bishop’s Stortford College and to read extracts from Kiss of the Tsunami. Janet Oldfield, House Mistress of Tee House, said, “Rachel shared her life story with us, encouraging us to always think positively and look at our disappointments as opportunities.”

This school photo is the only one I could find for the newspaper, probably because I hated the hairgrips I had to wear. There were floorboards in my bedroom, with a little knot hole just under my bed. Perfect for posting those horrid grips! Every night, I posted another grip, but the next morning, there was always a fresh supply of the dreaded things. There must be hundreds of brown hairgrips under those floorboards!

The article also says: “As a pupil at Herts & Essex, Rachel was known as creative but definitely not technical.” Very true: I failed every Maths exam apart from my O level! I’ve had a laugh looking through my old school reports. There seems to have been a theme running though my first year at Herts & Essex. My English report said: “Rachel’s work is lively and shows interest, but lacks concentration.” My entire year of Geography was summed up as: “Rachel must concentrate more!” I appear to have been a bit talkative in class and I often saw the funny side of a situation.

Maybe it would be interesting to write a ‘school report’ on each year of our life, like a mini diary entry. If we condensed a whole year into a few lines, what would we say? Some entries might be full of anticipation, excitement and achievement, but others might include pain and sadness. As the saying goes, life is a journey. I am glad that I kept my old school badge, as its positive message has always stuck with me: Reach for the stars!

The Brown Bags

Rachel Rivers Porter 28 May, 2018 Comments Off

If you were going to talk in your old school, what story would you tell as an ice-breaker? It was great to be invited back to give an author talk last week. I could have told the students about the time when the headmistress had stared at us in assembly and said, “Someone has let down all the tyres in the bicycle shed!” When her gaze rested on me, I went bright red. It grew worse the more I thought that she suspected I was the one. But I wasn’t – I just used to blush easily.

Then there was the story of The Brown Bags… The hall was full with new uniforms to try on and I was a shy ten year old. I was holding a blazer, skirt and blouse when this officious looking lady advanced waving a vile pair of knickers. No, you couldn’t call them knickers, they were Brown Bags! Massive thick brown material with even thicker elastic around the waist. Move over Bridget Jones, these were the real deal! I looked at the lady in disbelief, but she only said, “Room for growth, dear, room for growth!”

My mum made me wear The Brown Bags every day for school and I was so jealous of my best friend, as her mum had seen sense and let her wear normal knickers. This went on for two years until the episode in The British Museum. When the elastic broke. The material was about to spray out like a parachute! I clutched it against my skirt and waddled to the toilet, where I tied the elastic in a tight knot. After that embarrassing episode, that was the end of The Brown Bags.

Until many years later… I was with my children at Granny’s house and looking for a duster. You know what’s coming, don’t you? Yes, there it was: half a Brown Bag! I held it at arm’s length between thumb and forefinger and advanced towards my mum. “What did you keep this for, it’s gross!”

“The material is lovely and thick: perfect for dusters!”

Life is a Domino Run

Rachel Rivers Porter 13 May, 2018 Comments Off

Great to be given the opportunity to contribute to the discussion about exam stress on BBC Radio Newcastle Breakfast Show. 10/05/2018.

The most important advice is “Don’t worry! Just try your best.” I often tell students that I failed every Maths exam in my life apart from the last one. In today’s terms, I failed Y7, Y8, Y9, Y10 and Y11 Mock, but I kept trying to understand the concepts (apart from the dreaded Bases) and I passed the really important one, my O level. Later on, I needed that Maths qualification to become a teacher.

Imagine your life is a domino run. You’re on a journey of discovery but sometimes you hit a roadblock. The dominoes jam up and the line stalls, or there is too wide a gap between the bricks so they can’t flow. Perhaps you don’t do as well as you had hoped in an exam, or you have a mind blank and can’t remember anything you’ve learned in the entire year.

So what do you do? Keep going! Pick up and reposition the dominoes, then set the line of bricks flowing again. In the end, it’s the journey that’s important, not the individual achievements, whether they are A, C or E grades. It’s a learning curve: you may be on a different path, but you’re still moving.

“I’ve never made a mistake. I’ve only learned from experience,” said prolific inventor Thomas Edison. Great advice! You can learn as much from so-called failure and disappointment as you can from success. You can gain strength through overcoming difficult situations. Keep going, for you don’t always know where your future path will lead. You may find that following a new route brings exciting opportunities and fulfilment.

I confess that I don’t like predicted grades and target grades. They may have their uses, but too much emphasis on targets can prove an unnecessary pressure for some students who are bombarded by academic core subjects and memory based exams. Is the current system creating a melting pot where stressed out pupils find it difficult to relax and worried parents are concerned about their children’s well-being? Does the government really think it is necessary to pile more pressure on students with an increasingly academic exam based curriculum?

What I’ve learned from teaching and also having my own children, is that each child learns in a different way. Whilst one may thrive on making logical spreadsheets to aid learning and another may design pretty revision cards, a third may be laid back and revise in a more haphazard way. Others may need additional learning and emotional support.

Most parents I have met are very supportive of their children. However, at one Parents’ Evening many years ago, a man leaned forward, elbows on the desk, and eyeballed me. “Why isn’t my son getting A grades instead of only C’s? I want him to go to Eton. What are you going to do about it?”

“I’m proud of your son’s achievements! He’s working hard and making good progress – he was getting D grades last year.” The man didn’t appear satisfied with my answer. Surely we should encourage, celebrate achievement and build self-esteem? Our children are already having to cope with the added pressure of finding their own identity in a world of social media.

Everyone should be allowed to play to their strengths. The over-emphasis on academic subjects in the curriculum and the amount of memory testing may well lead to creativity being squashed. Perhaps if William Shakespeare were around today, he might be saying:

“To cut The Arts or not to cut them – that is the question: Whether it is wiser for schools to kill off music, drama and art in the curriculum, Or to give resources to encourage creativity, And by forward-thinking, inspire a generation?”

Ok, so that was going off on a tangent a little as I’m passionate about The Arts, but when I was teaching, I often used to let my pupils steer a discussion in a different direction if it was interesting, informative or just plain fun! People always remember things more clearly when they are involved, interested and they find the learning process entertaining. Perhaps the exam boards should adopt this philosophy when they are considering changes to the curriculum!

Family Traditions: Our Bluebell Book

Rachel Rivers Porter 6 May, 2018 Comments Off

I have dragged my children around the bluebell woods every year since they were born and today was no exception, albeit with a smaller party plus dog. Our golden retriever loves the annual pilgrimage, but unfortunately while I was gazing at the wonder of the woodland, she discovered a bog and changed colour. This was quite embarrassing as the entire dog walking community seemed to be out with their perfect little pooches that clearly didn’t like rolling in black stinky mud.

A while ago, I asked for a Bluebell Book for my birthday – one of those photo books where you choose which photos to use, then add background and text. Then I scrolled through my photo albums. It took several hours. Sitting in bluebells, standing in front of a bank of bluebells, posing on a bench with a backdrop of bluebells… the list goes on. My children used to get fed up with posing for photos. “Not again… we went last year… and the year before… they’re always the same!”

That may be true, but it’s such a joy to see the carpet of intense blue – or is it purple, I’m never sure. At what point does one colour merge into another, so it’s called a different name? Spring unfolds fragile leaves like bright green tissue paper, soft to touch. It is a magical place under the canopy. The first bluebell is always my favourite: it reminds me of the first glimpse of the sea on childhood holidays. The promise of sandcastles, ice cream cones and beautiful views.

As the years rolled by, the Bluebell Book became more than a photo album, it documented new height and new haircuts, new styles and new self-confidence: it told a story of growing up.

Do you have any family traditions? I’d love to hear about them!

Computers and Me

Rachel Rivers Porter 17 February, 2018 4 Comments

I once vowed never to touch a computer! When I was a teenager, our Headmistress proudly announced the school had bought our first computer. Hands shot up, my classmates desperate to be the first to use the massive plastic and metal machine. I also put up my hand. “Do I have to touch it?” My teacher raised her eyebrows in disbelief, but I knew that computers and I had nothing in common. They felt alien. I wasn’t technical or mathematical and had no interest in learning how to use one… so I didn’t touch it during the rest of my school career!

You wouldn’t get away with that nowadays of course as IT has taken over the world. My friends couldn’t understand my avoidance tactics, my teachers couldn’t understand, even my mum couldn’t understand. As a young Wren during the latter stages of World War Two, she had worked at Bletchley Park, part of the team helping to decode the Enigma Machine. For years, she would never talk about it, just quote the Official Secrets Act and look over her shoulder, as if she was being spied upon. Later, she told me, “I was just a cog in the wheel,” but I know that every person made a difference, so in my eyes, my mum was vital to the war effort!

I was still wary of computers, but slowly and stealthily, they crept into my life and the school where I taught. “A handwritten report is so much nicer, more personal,” I declared, but the new regime was in place and school reports were formatted on computer. Then interactive whiteboards were invented. Give me an old fashioned blackboard or normal whiteboard any day. I entertained the pupils with my inability: trying to wipe a word off the board with my finger, then forgetting to press the pen icon to change the feature! Thankfully, there was always some eager child who would volunteer to help Miss, and to show that they knew that I knew that they knew more. But as it’s part of the learning process to let pupils demonstrate their strengths and achievements, that was fine by me.

Then came the dreaded School Inspection… how could I avoid an interactive whiteboard disaster? Play to your strengths came to mind so I planned a creative activity: the children acted in one of my plays, then made up their own fun sketches. The strategy worked and the lead inspector even forwarded my plays to a publisher friend, but unfortunately he didn’t have space in his list. The main objective had been achieved however: the pupils had been excellent and I had survived without using the interactive whiteboard!

My journey has taken twists and turns and no-one could be more surprised than I, that now, as a writer, I’m using the computer every day. I’m convinced it remembers my antipathy towards its ancestors, because it suddenly refuses to work and keeps me waiting while that little half circle tries to hypnotise me as it slowly goes around…and around…and around. But nothing is ever wasted; experiences can inspire new characters and plots and feelings can be captured on paper. Or, dare I say it: ‘computer!’

Pruning a novel

Rachel Rivers Porter 19 October, 2017 Comments Off

Pruning is hard work when it’s your manuscript.

The writers’ mantra is Less is More! In other words, prune everything in sight! This is what I’m doing with my children’s story: deleting parts which haven’t blossomed and pruning those which have promise, so they can be even more fruitful.

A few thoughts on how to prune a fig tree / edit a novel.

Narrative which appears good: PRUNE.

Descriptions that you love but aren’t necessary: CUT.

Characters that don’t add to the progression of the plot: CUT.

Redundant words: CUT.

1.’Select the strongest and well-placed shoots to achieve a balanced shape’ – Characters and plot which will entertain / shock / engage the reader and have the most emotional impact.

2. ‘Remove any branches that spoil the shape’ – Unnecessary subplots or characters.

3. ‘Remove suckers at the base of the fig tree’ – Distractions in the story which leave you dissatisfied and you wonder why you picked up the book in the first place!

4. ‘Cut out dead wood’ – Weak writing.

And after all this work, sit back with a glass of wine/ cup of tea and read a good book!

Teens write poetry inspired by novel

Rachel Rivers Porter 6 September, 2017 Comments Off

Who said that teenagers don’t behave in school anymore?

It is a privilege to be invited into secondary schools to tell students about my journey to becoming a writer. I’m impressed by how intently pupils listen as I read extracts of my novel, Kiss of the Tsunami. It’s great to be back in the classroom, but this time as an author, not a teacher. As I love both writing and teaching, giving presentations to groups of up to sixty pupils is both challenging and fun.

The powerpoint slides include notes and sketches I made whilst researching the 2004 Boxing Day Tsunami and the Moken people. Pupils ask thoughtful questions and enjoy making domino runs to illustrate that a story has to flow with events being in the right order, one plot point leading to another.

I tell pupils that my grandparents were the inspiration which lead me to start writing poems as a child, progressing to short stories, plays and novels. It is never too late to achieve your dream!

Hearing that Kiss of the Tsunami has inspired students to write poetry has been a highlight. When one girl showed me her epic poem, she told me that she had written it straight after reading my book. The other girl had visualised the horrific scene of the wall of water as she had listened to my story, then she had written a poem, cleverly concluding it with the title of my novel. Congratulations on your creativity, girls! Now let’s see what the lads can do!

Feedback has been excellent, both during and after the Reading Weeks. On 8th March 2017, Mrs Elsa Melville wrote, “We welcomed local author Rachel Rivers Porter to the school and she gave an excellent presentation to years 7-10 about how she wrote her latest novel, Kiss of the Tsunami. Students were engaged throughout, and they all enjoyed her reading key extracts from the novel, which tells the story of the 2004 Boxing Day Tsunami.”

It is encouraging that several staff have said that they are interested in using Kiss of the Tsunami in their schools to discuss issues raised in the novel. Next project: Kiss of the Tsunami Teacher’s Guide!

At my first author talk, when a pupil asked me to sign his copy of my book, I was thrilled. I can remember queuing to ask Michael Morpurgo to sign his book and it is an honour to be on the other side of the table! Here I am enjoying a book signing event at the library.

I never thought I’d wear tight lycra…

Rachel Rivers Porter 6 August, 2017 Comments Off

Ten weeks ago, I couldn’t even run for two minutes. I’m a teacher turned author, not a runner. There’s no way I’d wear tight lycra and run in the streets!

Now, because of the encouragement from the amazing ‘Mums on the Run’ coaches and my running buddies, I have completed the Couch to 5K Challenge. I may not have been the fastest in my group (probably the slowest) but what an amazing feeling to cross the finish line — friends were cheering and random strangers were high-fiving and shouting praise!

There were many times I doubted that I would finish the programme. When my legs threatened to give way, my couch would keep up a running commentary: “You can do it, keep going, I’m proud of you!” So I followed the sea of trainers, leggings and bobbing heads through drizzle, thunderstorms, and bright glaring sunshine. As a team we spurred each other on to reach that lamppost, cross that bridge and run a minute longer than last week.

Writing, like running, needs dedication and hard graft. Mental focus and concentration are key, whether you are putting one foot after another, or writing another chapter of a novel. Ideas may flow and fingers flash over the keys, but the next time you stare at the computer screen, your mind may go blank. It’s like sustaining an injury and having physio to get back on track.

If I’m stuck with writer’s block, getting out into the fresh air makes me feel more alive and brings a new perspective. Treading soft earth along riverside paths helps me notice new details in the hedgerows and fields. I marvel at the rich colour of a field of poppies or a flock of birds rising up in a wave from a cornfield and try to capture the images in my imagination.

There are more stories I am keen to write and characters I want to create. It’s always a thrill when I read lovely comments about my novel and I’m very grateful to anyone who takes the time to post a review on Amazon. I couldn’t have completed Kiss of the Tsunami without the encouragement of Penguin Random House Writers’ Academy and Chicken House Publishing. Now I need to keep working to finish my next book, just as a runner needs to put in the miles. Step by step… word by word… day by day.

Race and Relationships

Rachel Rivers Porter 28 April, 2017 Comments Off

Why should race or colour define our relationships?

During my recent ‘Kiss of the Tsunami’ talks in schools, I told pupils that Marti and Krista’s attraction crosses cultures. People should be free to be themselves, not become victims of prejudice.

Marti: “The wall is a barrier between our worlds. When we cross it, she will become a tourist again, a westerner, a hotel guest. And I will go back to being a sea gypsy, a garbage collector, a street rat. Out there under the wide sky, watching the turtles or sitting under the trees, we were free to be who we wanted to be…”

‘Kiss of the Tsunami’ page 260.

Several tonnes of prime steak powered towards us!

Rachel Rivers Porter 15 April, 2017 Comments Off

It was one of those lovely spring walks in the country. We were following a footpath into a field when our dog froze. Facing her – and us – were about twenty large bullocks. And they were moving rather too quickly in our direction. Our brave (or crazy) hound darted towards them and barked. Bad move. Two of the larger beasts tried to cannon into her. She sidestepped, dodging them, but her rugby player tactics only enraged them. Several tonnes of prime steak powered towards us.

An image flashed into my head from a nature programme: facing lions in the jungle. I held up my hand in a stop position and tried that ‘stare into their eyes!’ tactic. And just in case they could understand English, I shouted, “Stop! Go back!”

They didn’t.

Feeling a little nervous, I took a pace forward and eyeballed the nearest beast. There was a stand-off, with me saying, “Go away!” several times. He pawed the ground, then retreated.

Unfortunately, there were nineteen other bullocks and they weren’t going anywhere. Except towards our dog. She looked at me, not knowing what to do, so I quickly put her on the lead. Not the wisest move. The herd barged into each other trying to find the best position to attack. I unclipped the lead: it was every man for himself now — or every woman and her dog!

Fifty metres to the edge of the field. We crept forwards, or should I say, sideways, keeping a wary eye on the herd. All the time I was repeating my mantra: “Stop! Go away!” But they were closing ranks, getting ready to charge.

In desperation, my husband whipped off his waxed jacket and started flapping it. Oh no, I thought, they’ll think he’s a matador and get the wrong idea. But thankfully British bulls don’t seem to know Spanish customs — their gaze remained fixed on our frantic dog. She looked so small and vulnerable in comparison to their bulk. Suddenly, she made a dash for freedom. Bullocks crowded in from two directions, trying to block her.

“Get behind me!” whispered my husband manfully. Then he strode towards them flapping his waxed jacket. “Shoo, get away!”

The jacket distracted the beasts just long enough for me to slip under their gaze and run towards the stile. Our dog sped past, squeezing through a gap in the fence. When I looked back, this bat-like creature was flying towards us. I’m not sure if Batman vaulted the fence or flew over, but it didn’t matter: We were safe!

On our way back home, we met a friend who told us that a lady had been rammed into by the frisky bullocks. This is one path which I won’t be using again!