My writing desk in Wales
Cait O'Connor, a fellow blogger from Wales, has kindly asked that I say a few words about writing. It's part of a blog-tour cum round robin - though based on recent output, I should perhaps say a little on writer's block.
Writing is a strange passion. One week you can't stop; the next, you're staring at a screensaver, fingers all fuddled, much to say but no way to...
And the odd thing is, there's no telling when it's going to happen.
Last week, my friend and former colleague passed away. He was one of the most genuine people I’ve known - a model of how to succeed without privilege, politics or the polished veneer that’s so easily mistaken for substance. Alan was 60 years old when he died - he'd retired three years ago.
I bet you weren't expecting that paragraph.
But then neither was I.
And for reasons I can't fully explain it is almost the last I piece I wrote. I've drafted a dozen tributes to Alan since - each one is in the trash: too contrived; not enough structure; no conclusion of merit. Sometimes it's perhaps best to say it straight: Alan died, I was very sad, it affected me more than I realised; I think I've been trying too hard.
That last point is important.
When I studied for a degree in creative writing the most difficult process was restarting after receiving a high grade. It felt as if the only way was down - which on reflection, is a rather arrogant view of my own output. As a consequence, my next piece was often dreadful. On the positive side, the only way was then up - creative confidence restored!
All of which is a rambling excuse for the quality of this post and for not writing much recently.
I should add that the saxophone continues to obsess me; that I've lost two stones since January (can't be creative while dieting; can't explain why), have barely had a drink in all that time (whisky and writing are bedfellows), and despite all of this, have a deadline of December for a contribution to an anthology on 'Place'.
Meanwhile, Cait asked me to answer four questions; I'll keep this part brief:
What am I working on?
An anthology of Place; a book on writing in business; a response to my sons leaving home. The latter two are largely just ideas - see 'my process' below.
How does my work differ?
I like to think it's plain and honest - and it's carefully crafted, the tone especially so
Why do I write?
Because there's much I want to say - if only to myself. And because I know of no better way to clarify what's spinning and shaping in my mind.
How does my process of writing work?
In part, I've covered this above.
More directly, I write a lot in my head; I seldom take notes; I think a great deal - getting it down requires days alone; hours at the keyboard; words moving till the light dies.
'Word's moving till the light dies'... Gosh, it's 10.30pm; seems an appropriate ending for now.