On writing
I am not one of these people, most of us apparently, who think I have a book in me. I think I have fourteen. But, given that I am 33 and still smoking, I am aware I had better get on with it.
The girl who I will be working for in Edinburgh said that for as long as she can remember, (which means aged 13, at school), all I ever wanted to be was a writer.
That changed. The fabulous thing about the civil service for me was that it showed me that actually, there were loads of things I wanted to do.
But underneath the writing niggled. It doesn't matter what else I am doing, I feel like I should be writing. Yet, whenever I am writing I can't get away from the million other things I should be doing.
Not any more baby. Now the writing comes first. Sure, I'll work around it. But everything else is a means to writing not a means to not writing.
Watch out, the gypsy is getting naked and intending to revel in the dirt of life. I have rather a Persil view of dirt by the way, and think that's a brilliant advertising campaign. Dirt is good.
The girl who I will be working for in Edinburgh said that for as long as she can remember, (which means aged 13, at school), all I ever wanted to be was a writer.
That changed. The fabulous thing about the civil service for me was that it showed me that actually, there were loads of things I wanted to do.
But underneath the writing niggled. It doesn't matter what else I am doing, I feel like I should be writing. Yet, whenever I am writing I can't get away from the million other things I should be doing.
Not any more baby. Now the writing comes first. Sure, I'll work around it. But everything else is a means to writing not a means to not writing.
Watch out, the gypsy is getting naked and intending to revel in the dirt of life. I have rather a Persil view of dirt by the way, and think that's a brilliant advertising campaign. Dirt is good.
posted by The Gypsy @ 12:07 AM
3 Comments:
At 2:54 AM,
Anonymous said…
Well you sound as if you are starting to sort out your priorities and work how what you want to do over and above everything else. For some people that takes a lifetime and then its too late. Knowing what you want to do is no mean feat, next doing it to your own satisfaction could take the rest of your life and even then you may not be satisfied. All my love
At 8:35 PM,
Mermaidgrrrl said…
Naked and revelling in an inflatable pool full of mud in my back yard you say? Oh woops - my imagination does tend to run away on its own little tangent...
At 10:56 AM,
Xprints said…
Revelling naked in mud with pen in hand, I might add! Happy to add persil-type dirt. There is nothing like hanging out with a writer, everything, EVERYTHING is fodder.
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