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When not writing is still writing

July 17, 2017 1 comment

It’s been a while since I’ve written a blog.  It’s been a while since I did much writing at all, to be honest.

At least, that’s one way of looking at it.

Looking at it another way, I’ve been writing every day.  Because writing doesn’t only happen when you’re sitting down in front of the laptop or when you have your notebook out and your pen poised for action.  When you’re a writer, everything you see and do and experience is potentially part of what eventually makes it onto the page.

That tic that you barely notice in the woman sitting across from you on the train might resurface in a completely different character in a completely different setting.  The way you feel when you catch that look your kids give each other that makes you realise they have their own sibling world that you can only ever be on the periphery of; that article you read about a council officer whose job is to arrange funerals for tenants who have no next of kin; that lobster creel you see sitting on the harbourside; that conversation you overhear on the bus.  Any or all of these might end up somewhere in a story.  And not just the next time you write – it could be months or years later.

I’m getting back into the way of putting pen to paper and fingers to keys at the moment. But that doesn’t mean that the time I have spent doing other things isn’t equally vital to my writing life.

That’s my excuse anyway, and I’m sticking to it.

Can you have a work Christmas lunch when you work at home?

December 15, 2014 2 comments

Yes you can!  I’ve just been to lunch with a bunch of other writers.  It’s an annual event, a chance to swap war stories and successes and generally talk shop about all things writing-related – as well as any other topic which comes up in the lively conversation.

A writer’s life can be a bit lonely. I spend a lot of time alone, staring at a blank page or screen (or even better, a full page or screen of words that need licking into shape).  And I spend a lot of time in my head, with people who don’t exist outside my imagination.  So the chance to meet with fellow writers and chat about what we do, the challenges we face and triumphs we experience, together with a whole lot of non-writing stuff – because let’s face it, writers are people too – is very valuable.

I enjoyed my office Christmas lunch immensely – and not just the talk, but the food too. And I can tell you with great pride that I won the bet with Corinne V Davies and finished every last crust of that enormous pizza! (And still had room for pudding.)