It's fairly obvious that I have the time and the inclination. If I can type this - a free flowing diatribe of bottom trot, I should be able to crack on! But no, so far today I have done 6 loads of laundry, ironed it all and put it away, hoovered the whole house, done the washing up, baked a cake, ordered a new phone (finally joining the iPhone revolution), read a book and updated my iTunes library. I've also written a chapter and 2 chapter outlines of another story that I have been "writing" off and on for about 10 years. Throw in an hour of guitar practise and 30 minutes spent sorting out a work issue at 10am this morning - it's Sunday, and I have been a very busy little bee indeed. Lots of energy expended, none of it in the direction required.
I have a friend who is actually a published author, (Mark Yarwood. Check him out he rocks!) For the 13+ years that we've been friends, he's been writing. Every day no matter what he writes because he has to. Can you imagine, the creative urge drives him to his computer to create characters and worlds because he can't not. He remains one of the most creative people I know and he still loves what he does. He very graciously offered to read some of my stuff and give me feedback, I'm equal measures excited and terrified as if I stink, he will tell me. I guess no news is good news, either that or he's so disgusted he's refusing to get back to me!
So here I sit, avoiding the inevitable. I think it's because I have more imagination than creativity. I know exactly what I want to write but I don't quite have the ability to do it justice. I can see why people use ghostwriters even if I think it's a cop out. How glorious would it be to toss ideas out to someone else who would then do all the hard work... Like the Elves and the Shoemaker. Having said that, I've read some hideous "Celebrity" penned novels ie ghostwritten, and the fact that Katie Price has something like 7 published novels blows my tiny mind. I make a point of reading as much as possible, especially now that I've embarked on this journey. Occasionally I'll read something extraordinary which inevitably makes me feel like rubbish but for the most part it's all formulaic and cliche ridden. Not that there is anything wrong with that, a good book should wrap you up in another world for a few hours and don't we all want something with a happy ending, nothing worse than spending 3 hours reading a book which ends on a downer. Reminds me of "Shopgirl" by Steve Martin, a clever little novella which flouts all the conventions of a boy-meets-girl story. Initially I hated it, disappointed in the extreme with the conclusion but on second and third readings I can only applaud him for taking it there. It would be easy to end things with a neat bow, but it takes balls to rip the heart out it and leave you dumbstruck. Right now I'm practically giftwrapping an empty box, I just want to get to the good stuff instead of knuckling down and doing the work.
Ugggh.... where are those pesky elves when you need them.