Well, it's a rainy Saturday today, but for once I'm not sulking about the weather and am instead focussing on enjoying the weekend! I've spent the morning in bed drinking tea and watching Diagnosis Murder, I've had a leisurely lunch, and now it seems like the perfect time to (finally!) write a new blog post. "At least it's good for the plants" -- rainy weekend vibes ^ I can't believe how long it's been since I last did an update. For the past nine months, I've been busy in my writing cave, avoiding social media in a bid to get my novel written. There have been highs and lows. In January, I found out the first draft of my novel had been longlisted for the Mslexia 2020 Children's and YA Award. This was probably the most exciting email I've ever received, and I spent the following week skipping around the house like a hyperactive pixie. Some months later, I heard that I hadn't made it onto the shortlist. I was having a bad day anyway, so probably moped more than I normally would. Eventually, however, I danced around the kitchen a bit to 'Tubthumping' by Chumbawamba, ate some chocolate, and felt better. Never underestimate the healing power of Cadbury's. Anyway, I've made some big revisions since that first draft I sent to Mslexia, and I'm now at a stage where I'm ready (I think!) to start approaching agents. I'm excited about this, but also a bit apprehensive, as I've been here before with my previous two novels, neither of which was successful in finding me representation. I think this novel is better than the others -- I've spent longer on it, and have had some mentoring through the Professional Writing Academy -- but I know there's never any guarantee of success. I'm dealing with the uncertainty by focussing on planning my next novel (a ghost story set in early 20th-century Cornwall) and reminding myself that the only thing to do is keep writing. Being a novelist has been my absolute #1 goal in life since I was in primary school, so I feel I owe it to myself to just keep trying, trying, trying, however long it takes. As well as writing, I've been doing lots of comfort-reading. I find the winter and spring months a bit cold and tedious (especially during lockdown), so I've been clinging onto books that make me happy: books by writers like Jessie Burton and Stacey Halls (at the contemporary end of the scale), and Elizabeth Bowen, Daphne du Maurier and M.R. James (at the more vintage end). I even re-read Bram Stoker's Dracula, which I thoroughly enjoyed, despite getting enraged by all the casual sexism (did Quincey Morris really need to keep calling grown women "little girl"? Ugh!). Another thing that has kept me going over the past months is listening, reading and watching all sorts of things about writers -- particularly debut novelists. These have included the Riff Raff podcast (sadly no longer running), the Sunday Salon podcast, the Tea & Tattle podcast (also sadly no longer running), and the Diary of a Debut Novelist videos. I've listened/watched certain episodes/videos dozens of times, usually while exercising, baking or cooking. Possibly this is dangerous -- I realise it can be unhealthy to fixate too much on the dream of getting published -- but these interviews have brought so much joy and hope to my days. It's just so wonderful to know that it can happen: people really do sometimes turn their writing ambitions into reality.
Well, that's my update on my writing life! I hope that everyone reading this is doing well and hasn't suffered too much from the pandemic. It's been such a tough year or so, but we do seem to be gradually coming out of the worst. My husband and I are excited to be seeing our families later in May, for the first time since August. Right now though, I'm off to bake a cake, hang up a bathroom mirror and do some housework -- definitely embracing the rainy Saturday vibe today! xx
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^ Jessica Fletcher looking smug after tapping out another bestseller. (Photo from Pinterest) Hi everyone!
I hope you’re all having a splendid weekend. Today, I thought I’d blog about the three writerly challenges I find myself grappling with most often, and how I try to deal with them. Writing fiction has been my passion for as long as I can remember, but I only decided to focus seriously on it and make it a priority a few years ago, after completing my PhD. My vision of writerly life was far too idealistic back then: I thought I would spend hours every evening and weekend typing away at my desk, surrounded by plot outlines and character charts, sipping a cup of Earl Grey and chuckling at the witty scenes pouring from my fingertips (à la Jessica Fletcher), while having plenty of time left to do my day job, spend time out and about with my boyfriend (now husband), socialise, and generally live my life. Whoops! Turns out it’s not that simple. There are many challenges to completing works of fiction, and most of these (for me) tend to relate to mindset and motivation. In particular, there are three “problems” that I find recur when I try to sit down and write … Challenge no.1: “I’m tired / I have a million other things to do / *other forms of procrastination*!” This is my commonest obstacle. Most days (when we’re not in a lockdown period), I get home from work around 6 p.m., feeling exhausted (I’m on medication that makes me drowsy, which doesn’t help!). I exercise three evenings a week, which can take up to an hour, and then either me or my husband (or both of us) needs to make dinner and we need to eat it … after this, I try to write for an hour or so, but often I give in to tiredness / wanting to spend time with my husband, and we end up watching TV instead. I get up at 6.30 a.m. for work, so there’s no time to write in the mornings. I almost always get some writing done at the weekends, but am nevertheless dogged by the feeling that I should be doing housework / gardening / going for a run / reading and giving feedback on my friends’ writing / doing some of my TEFL course / etc. However, I have come to realise that the problem isn’t so much lack of time / energy, but more the fear of sitting down and not being able to write. Deep down, I’m scared that what I write won’t be any good, or that it will be really really difficult and draining, or that I’ll just start getting into it when it will be time to stop ... so I tell myself “There’s no point writing now. I’ll wait until I have enough time to do it well.” My solution has really been to acknowledge that I do this, and to rationalise with myself. Yes, I only have a few hours and I’m tired, but I’ve never sat down to a Word document and not been able to write anything. In fact, once I start writing, I always really enjoy it; it is sometimes difficult, but in a rewarding sort of way, not a depressing one. Yes, there are other things to be done, but once I’ve done a bit of writing I always feel better, which makes it somehow easier to then do those other tasks. Writing should be my priority. I also try not to beat myself up if I go a day or two without writing. There’s no point in this: it’s stressful and turns writing into a chore. Since I’ve started being kinder to myself, life has become easier, and writing has become more enjoyable. Belonging to a writing group has also really helped. I meet with two other writers (via Zoom) every month, and we read and critique one another’s work. It’s a great source of motivation to know that someone is waiting to read my material, and I always leave our chats feeling inspired to go and write something immediately. Challenge no.2: “What should I be working on?!” This has only recently become an issue. Last year, when I was doing the Faber Academy WIP course, I knew exactly what to work on: my novel, The Witch Hunt. However, since finishing The Witch Hunt, I’ve been consumed by an anxiety of wasting writing time. Should I write another draft of the completed novel? Or, should I focus on writing some short stories, with the aim of getting more publications to add to my cover letter when I submit my novel to agents? Or, should I work on the new novel that I’ve only recently started writing, which will surely be stronger than the last and have a better chance of being published? Very often, this has a rabbit-in-the-headlights effect, and I end up writing nothing. I’ve found it helpful to remind myself that no writing time is “wasted”. Doing something you love isn’t wasting time. When I was 16, I spent a summer writing my first “novel”. I think it ended up being only around 35,000 words long, but it was the first lengthy story that I’d written (I can’t really remember the plot, other than it was about three sisters who had gone missing, and the vicar turned out to be the villain (and the sisters turned up safe at the end)). I never even considered getting it published, but I wrote it because I wanted to. It felt good to create something, to express ideas I’d had for characters and events. This, I now remind myself, is evidence that the dream of publication isn’t the only reason I write. Yes, my goal in life is to have a novel published, but even if I somehow knew there was no hope of this ever happening, I’d still write. This helps invalidate the idea that I’m investing time on the “wrong” project. I work on a bit of this, and a bit of that, and I enjoy it and have faith that hard work will ultimately be rewarded. Challenge no.3: “I’m getting old and I’m still not a pulished novelist!! Time is running out!” I think this is also at the core of challenge no.2. I grew up as the youngest in my family, and my late-August birthday meant I was always the youngest in my school year and in my group of friends. It was drummed into me that I was young, that there was plenty of time to do everything I wanted to in life. Now, suddenly, I find that I’m thirty! Blimey! How did that happen?! I’ve read so many interviews in which published authors explain how they knew they had to get their debut novel out before they hit thirty, and an increasing number of novelists nowadays seem to be in their twenties. It’s easy to be discouraged by this – to feel like it’s time to put the dream aside and just focus on career and family. Obviously, this is a load of utter rubbish. Rationally, I know it’s rubbish. Many, many writers don’t get published until later in life. Muriel Spark, Annie Proulx, Toni Morrison, Frank McCourt, J.R.R Tolkien … all of these could be said to have been past their youth when they embarked on their literary careers. There should be no age-limit when it comes to writing, and I hate the idea of prescribed “stages” in life, the idea that people have a “prime”. Women in particular seem to face a lot of social pressure to achieve everything while they’re still young. So, when I start to get down or anxious about this, I tell myself to stop being stupid. Who cares if I have a few wrinkles by the time I need to pose for an author photo? I love that the stress of my teenage years and my twenties is behind me, that I’m a more experienced writer now, and that I potentially have the excitement of getting my first novel published to look forward to. Why rush to get all the fun stuff over with? If I have to wait until I’ve eighty, so be it – it’s always nice to have something good ahead of you! How about you? What are the biggest mental challenges you face when it comes to writing, and how do you tackle them? |