When you pick up a book, do you think about the gender of the author?
This week I am making a concerted effort to find and protect my writing time, because life has gotten on top of me recently and all I’ve really done is make a couple of Vines. This is day two…
7.56am haul myself out of bed, late again. Tomorrow I will put my phone on the other side of the room so I can’t hit snooze.
7.58am Realise I am going to have to make a decision between coffee and removing the onion smell (if you’re not sure what I’m talking about, read yesterday’s post). Fall to knees screaming ‘noooooo!’ Choose to shower because I work in an open plan office and don’t particularly want everyone in it to spend the day sniffing the air going ‘what is that?’
8.20am wrangle with some hair related angst. When exactly are you too old to do your hair in two plaits? It is a worry. There again, I have the stylistic tendencies of a 9 year old girl in most other respects – I probably shouldn’t fight it.
8.30am read a tweet on my way out of the door claiming that Sarah Waters redrafts things up to 34 times before sending to an agent or publisher. Nobody should live at that speed. Seriously, I’ll be dead by the time I’ve done that many redrafts.
6pm get home. Open post, drink some water, consider going for a jog.
6.40pm head out for a jog. Just call me Haruki Murakami.
8pm congratulate self on not dying. Open up my shiny new copy of Mslexia for some ‘sit down and write’ inspiration.
8.15pm my brother comes round for a visit (and to collect a phone charger. Multitasking). We catch up over some minstrels.
9.25pm brother heads home. I sit and finish drafting an application for a mentoring project. This involves 20 minutes of editing fiction! Result!
10.55pm write a blog post about how incredibly well I’m doing. 20 minutes in one day! With momentum like this, who needs writing retreats…
“How do you feel, now that it’s nearly over?”
Fraudulent, I think, but I don’t say that. I smile sheepishly and go with something vague like “oh, I haven’t really got that far yet… Ask me in January.”
Eagle-eyed readers might have noticed that it’s January now, so I suppose I’ll have a go at answering that question from the perspective of four days hindsight.
I still feel a little bit fraudulent.