As a compulsive writer, I sometimes find it stressful that I never have enough time to write everything I want, either on paper (where my fiction writing first takes shape) or on my blogs.
Besides this Young By Name blog, I have a new(ish) book blog at www.debbieyoungsbookblog.com and a book marketing advice blog for authors, www.otsbp.com, not to be confused with the author advice blog that I edit for the Alliance of Independent Authors at www.selfpublishingadvice.org.
This morning, for example, I’ve been staring at a list of topics and events I need to write up while they’re still fresh in my mind, including recent writers’ festivals that I’ve attended and some social occasions. I know that another day will go by before I manage to make a start on them thanks to some pressing deadlines for some paid freelance work.
On the other side of my study lies a pile of ring-binders of half-finished short story collections, novels and non-fiction books. My notional deadline for all of these keeps getting pushed further down my 2015 calendar, which today reaches its halfway point and the beginning of the slide down into 2016.
Life is for Living
To worry about living life faster than I can write it down is of course vain and ridiculous. Much better to be in this position than to lead a life too dull to have anything interesting to write about. But that doesn’t stop me feeling the pressure.
Until someone invents a way of making the world stand still while I catch up with myself, I’ll just have to get on with it, and take comfort from quoting pretentiously to myself from either Keats’ Intimiations of Mortality (“When I have fears that I will cease to be, Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain”) or more light-heartedly (but still fairly pretentiously) from Laurence Sterne’s comic novel The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, in which the narrator digresses so much while supposedly writing his autobiography that he reaches volume III before he manages to complete the story of his own birth.
Another way of pulling myself together is to tell myself #FirstWorldProblem – a great way to shut up anyone being inappropriately self-pitying.
I have a similar dilemma with the internet as a whole: there is so much I want to do online, and I never have enough hours to do it. I’ve learned over the years that the best thing to do at the greatest point of stress is simply to walk away from it, at least for a little while, to allow myself some mental space and respite.
Knowing that this is a common problem, I’ve just written a post on the topic for the ALLi blog, which you can read here:
Bizarrely, just as I finished writing that post, my PC decided to agree with me. My internet connection immediately went dead, leaving me with no choice but to take a short offline break. Did it read my mind, does it have a sense of humour, or is that a chance that I can train it to meet other needs as they arise? I’m going to put it to the test – it’s just coming up to elevenses time now.
“Computer – coffee, please!”
Let’s see whether that yields similar results…
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The Power of the Shower – about finding inspiration in unusual places
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