Writing is a funny business.
On one hand, most writers want nothing more than to write all day long. We dream of abandoning our day jobs and throwing ourselves whole-heartedly into the arms of our muse. On the other hand, most writers will do just about anything to avoid writing. Yesterday, I promised myself that this week I would re-devote myself to finalising my latest book and start the submission process. So far today I have cleaned my office, done suddenly urgent work towards my day job, had a cup of tea, paced, trawled a website and booked a ticket to a talk. I opened my work-in-progress file, faffed with a paragraph, closed it and sent an sms. Oh, then I paced a bit more. We’re having our wooden floors sanded, so I have an excuse to pace. Also, I have new boots. I can look at my feet when I pace. They look great.
Do you see what happens – not only am I avoiding writing; I even side -track myself when I write about writing.
A lot of people far wiser than me talk about the bum glue needed to be a writer. And that, really, is the trick.
Start with the joy, as my wise twitter friend Mandy Collins blogged about (www.mandycollinswriter.com) and then apply bum glue.
Well, it’s failed for me today. I started with an office tidy and my bum glue is broken. But the sms I sent might have given me a way forward and I managed. . . albeit with a few distractions – to write this blog.
And maybe, tomorrow, I will remember as I wake up that I am a writer. And I will remember that I have a dream. And I will start with the joy and take baby steps and make that dream come true.
Or maybe, I’ll tidy my office again.