Friday, 2 October 2009
Research Day
I’ve even got my mobile switched off and the house-phone is on answer machine – though it will probably still annoy me.
So, in a few minutes, I’ll be returning to Babel and carrying on with the scene where Kaleem meets the medics who are rebelling against Switch-Off. Then I shall try to repair the damage from last week. Writing is hard. Do we sometimes do everything we can to avoid it?
Friday, 23 January 2009
Literature Training
It is fascinating, though, working through this document. I guess it’s going to take me about six hours altogether and I’m working on it an hour at a time. It really is helping to clarify where I want to go, but it also helps me to celebrate where I’ve already got to.
I do know one thing – absolutely certainly and without any doubt – I now must focus all of my work and money-making activity on writing. My university job does that to some extent. Anything spare must now also go into the writing.
It is my research day today.
I intend to spend a couple of hours on the current project – “Creative Language Learning” for Continuum. Then, I’ll finish my proofs for Butterfly. After that. I’ll read the items for the SCBWI critique group on Sunday. That will be, I reckon, about six hours. I’m sure I’ll feel highly satisfied.
Sunday, 21 December 2008
Excellence in Writing
I think that is my bottom line. I am here to become the best writer I can ever possibly be. Anything else I do is really a distraction. I don’t think, though, that means writing solidly all the time. I definitely slow down after two hours / 2,000 words. I’m not sure I could actually do more in any one day. Work smarter, not harder has to be the answer.
Just how exactly does one do that in writing? Is it perhaps a matter of studying techniques more? More reading? More reading about what other writer have done? I lap that up anyway, don’t I? Full time.
Maybe it’s a matter of more focus. Well, I’ve certainly decided to do that. I have a day job which recognises my time as a writer and actually pays me in part for just being me. I’m very privileged and I’ll never forget that. I suppose I’ve earned it, but it didn’t feel all that tough, but when I look back, I realise I’ve come a long way. But there’s always further to go.
I’m currently reading Michael Morpurgo’s Singing for Mrs Pettigrew. It’s a collection of short stories, interspersed with details about how he came to write the stories. It almost seems like a book for children’s writers rather than a book for children. But it is, nevertheless, a book of excellent writing. Something definitely to aspire to.