Grace &
Serenity by Annalisa Crawford
THE STORY OF GRACE
When I wrote the first line of Grace & Serenity—this time—it
was the culmination of many, many years of trial and error, stopping
and starting, re-writing, and hiding it away in a drawer. The
original story was developed in 2003.
2003! Wow. What were you doing seventeen years ago?
I was pregnant with my second child, I was working in a library, and
I’d had a handful of stories published in small press journals—none
of which existed by that point. I hadn’t even started to write my
first published book—a novella called Cat & The Dreamer—which
was two years away from conception, and nine years away from being
published.
How life changes. In my case, in an exceptionally long and drawn-out
way. As almost every famous person has said in one form or another
(seriously, I Googled extensively), “It took me X years to become
an overnight success.”
I’m still working on it.
The thing about being successful is you’re always looking for your
Big Break. I’ve had 7, so far.
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My first short story acceptance
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My first competition win
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My first eBook contract
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Self-publishing my first physical book
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My first contract for a physical book
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My first big competition success
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And now my first novel publication
What keeps me writing? Simply the need to put my words onto paper.
Even if I knew no one would ever read them, I would not—could
not—stop writing. I’ve had extended breaks in the past. When my
kids were little and I was getting only a few hours of sleep a night,
and all I could do once they were in bed was sit in front of the TV
barely able to comprehend what was going on.
That’s one of the reasons, after writing what amounted to only a
vague outline of Grace & Serenity back in 2003, I faltered. A
couple of years later I edited it. A couple after that, I rewrote it
entirely. And that’s the pattern I followed for several years,
interspersed with short stories and other novels, honing my craft,
and giving myself a better understanding of how to write Grace’s
story.
Originally, the narrative occurred over about fifteen years. With
each draft, this timeframe was reduced, until the final version takes
place in less than two years—for which I’m sure Grace is forever
grateful. I’ve put her through some terrible things, and I don’t
think she could have lasted if she’d endured them for years. Some
characters vanished; others appeared. But, inevitably, it was cast
aside yet again.
Each time I was lured back, it was with a sense of dread that I
wouldn’t be done with it this time, either. What finally spurred me
on was having it rejected for the final time back in 2016, by the
publisher of my short story collection You. I. Us. At that point, I
shelved it for good, and moved on. Phew!
But, of course that’s not the end of the story…
Over a year later, on an otherwise normal day, I received an email
from the same publisher asking me to resubmit—she hadn’t been
able to get Grace out of her head, she said, and she’d love to read
it again.
I dusted it off, read it, considered it, and threw it on the floor.
After all, this was the manuscript she’d rejected, I needed to make
severe changes to spike her interest. I picked up my red pen and
started scribbling. Ticks, crossings out, question marks, whole
sections circled with spidery lines drawn to indicate its new
position. I read the entire thing aloud. I cut the scenes into chunks
and laid them out on my living room floor, sellotaping them into a
new order. And slowly, the novel that exists today took form.
I hope you enjoy it.
Living
on the streets is terrifying and exhausting. Grace’s only comforts
are a steady stream of vodka, and a strange little boy who’s
following her around.
At nineteen, Grace has already had a child and endured an abusive marriage. But she’s also had her baby abducted by her vengeful husband and been framed as a neglectful mother. Even her own parents doubted her version of the story. So she did the only thing that made sense to her—run away.
The streets are unforgiving. Winter is drawing in. And Grace isn’t prepared for the harsh realities of survival. At her very bleakest, a Good Samaritan swoops into her life and rescues her. With a roof over her head and food in her stomach, she longs to see her baby again.
But nothing ever comes for free.
At nineteen, Grace has already had a child and endured an abusive marriage. But she’s also had her baby abducted by her vengeful husband and been framed as a neglectful mother. Even her own parents doubted her version of the story. So she did the only thing that made sense to her—run away.
The streets are unforgiving. Winter is drawing in. And Grace isn’t prepared for the harsh realities of survival. At her very bleakest, a Good Samaritan swoops into her life and rescues her. With a roof over her head and food in her stomach, she longs to see her baby again.
But nothing ever comes for free.
Annalisa Crawford lives in Cornwall UK, with a good supply of
moorland and beaches to keep her inspired. She lives with her
husband, two sons, and dog.
Crawford writes
dark contemporary, character-driven stories, with a hint of the
paranormal.
Over the years, she has won several competitions, and had many short
stories published in small press journals and online. Highlights
include being placed 3rd in the Costa Short Story Award
2015 and being longlisted for the Commonwealth Short Story Prize and
Bath Short Story Award in 2018.
Website:
https://www.annalisacrawford.com/
Facebook Page:
https://www.facebook.com/annalisacrawford.author
Twitter:
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