Here's a thought: If writing could be described as a human body - a journalist would be the brain, a novelist would be the mind, a playwight would be the soul, and a poet would be the heart. What would be the blood? Would it be inspiration?...Just a thought.
Musings and mind leaks...
For those who might have missed it: I have managed to not win the Nobel Prize for Literature this year. Some geezer won it for the book of the film about Anthony Hopkins' early life as a butler. (I liked it.) I can now add this accolaid to three others that I've also managed to swerve this year, namely: The Essex Playwrighting competition, The Verity Bargate Award and, I am pleased to announce, I have just discovered that I'm also not longlisted for this year's Bruntwood Prize. After this exceptionally successful run, I am now free to continue working on my second novel. As an added bonus, I will no longer have to spend so much time writing lists of things to spend the various prize moneys on. Shame. I was looking forward to bidding for that inflatable sofa I saw on ebay. It was orange. Still, you can't have everything. Where would you put it?
A few years ago I was asked by a friend to give some advice to a young person about 'patience.' (I still have no idea why I was asked as it's not really my strong point!). This is what I wrote to them:
"Sometimes you have to wait for something you want, which calls for patience because not everything can be ready just because you want it to be. If you find this difficult, try doing something you love while you wait then, when it’s ready, the thing you are waiting for will find you happy instead of grumpy, which is always better."
Today, as I wait with twitchy fingers while my debut novel is typeset, cover prepared, marketing planned, I remembered this and thought to myself: "Take your own flippin' advice, girl!" So, I think I'll go and read a book while eating cake.
Writing novels is like getting a tattoo. As soon as the first one has healed, you start planning where the next one will go. Before my first novel is back from the printers, I'm 10,000 words into the next one. Here we go again!