In my personal life, my teenage cousins, nieces and nephews are often plugged into their phones. I’m interested in how, or if, this impacts their lives in the moments where their phones are not in their hands. For better, or worse.
The conversation is nuanced, and hopefully the reader sees the two sides of the online/offline debate. The sense of community, communication and belonging is a benefit. But it’s also important to see the online world for what it really is – a fictional place, where the users are often fictions of themselves. And that’s before we get to some of the darker aspects (bullying, racism, hurtful comments, misogyny, safety issues, the list goes on …)
It all sounds pretty dark. But my job is to make it fun, and also make this a conversation, not a lecture. In a chat with Tara, Fred defends his online presence, saying, ‘The internet is part of the real world too.’ Its presence in the life of teenagers is a reality, something to be handled rather than fought against, and we need to do so with empathy.
A recurring phrase that Tara uses in Patois is, ‘Wha sweet a mout’ hat a belly’, meaning something enjoyable isn’t necessarily good for you. But it’s also a comment on moderation. Something sweet needn’t be bad, unless it’s over consumed. There’s so many different ways to interpret the stances of these characters, so many conversations to be had on the topic. And hopefully it’s a fun read too; I like to use humour to bring that aspect to my writing.
If this book is enjoyable, it’s because I enjoyed myself while writing it. Fred’s self-deprecation is funny, he tells the reader that he wouldn’t be the main character of his own story, in a scene where he flicks poo water in his eyes from an old toilet brush. In the same bracket, his self-loathing is clear for the reader to see, and we’re rooting for him to overcome it. Further, as is the case for all of my books, I rely on an abundance of true life anecdotes to create the story. A scene with a bowl of cornflakes is a disgusting highlight. There are many more sprinkled throughout the book.
My characters are usually an amalgamation of people I know, including myself, and it’s just as important to be able to laugh with them as it is to understand them. I just about survived the social horrors of secondary school, thanks to my willingness to play football (badly. Again, this is an easter egg in the book). I have two younger brothers who weren’t so lucky. Their reward for being themselves was punishment and mockery. Sadly, this still happens in some schools. But there is always hope. And help.