As I keep nagging my daughter: to be a writer you have to
write and to my mind that means writing at least five hundred words a day. Five
hundred tiny words; preferably strung into a semblance of sentences and
paragraphs, preferably with an attempt at punctuation - although this becomes
increasing personal and more difficult to define the more you put words
to the page.
Five hundred words. What’s so hard about that?
Since starting this piece I’ve already written 81 words, and
I haven’t really said very much at all. So, I ask her, what is so jolly
difficult about getting down 500 measly words? Although I don’t actually use
the jolly in this conversation, jolly is just a word for writing down to make
it appear I’m educated or living in the 1920’s.
I’m not feeling creative. I’ve got writer’s block. She
says.
Writers block? What’s that? Do you think plumbers get days
when they aren’t inspired to fit new taps? Do they get plumbers block do you
think? And what about surgeons, do you think that they have surgeons block?
Awfully sorry Mr Height, no operation today. I simply can’t
perform it. I have surgeon’s block.
Surgeons block my arse. Well no, hopefully not that.
See, I’m already up to 215 words and I haven’t even got
started yet.
Of course, I’ve already written almost six hundred words
today. I had an article about the Ashes tour in Australia to get out. Thank
goodness I wasn’t gripped by writer’s block just as I was about to start
writing it. I’m so pleased that I was inspired enough to be able to cobble
together an article about cricket – a sport I know practically nothing about –
and not miss my deadline…
Writing is a job you see. As Hemingway used to say at dinner
parties: “There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter
and bleed.”
Or alternatively as Dan Poynter once wrote: “If you wait for
inspiration to write; you’re not a writer, you’re a waiter.” (smiley face)
I could go on with the quotes for the rest of my five
hundred. But the point is: writing is 10% inspiration and 90% perspiration. If
you wait for inspiration you’ll never do much writing and if you don’t do much
writing you’ll never be a writer. The clue’s in the title you see. You don’t
become a writer by not writing.
Well, I’m at just over 400. So I guess it’s time I started
winding it up, rounding it down, and generally getting out of your hair.
I’ve been writing for a while now. The more I do it, the
more I have to do it. There are times that I question why I do it, and other
times I don’t need to question why at all. Some days it’s all I can do to
string a few ‘not very good words’ together, other days the words simply pour
out. I just write.
500
Emma Cholmondeley on FB
ReplyDeleteBrilliant - I so wish you lived nearer you could be a guest author in my class and bring inspiration to 30 reluctant writers, well 26 - 4 of them love it and will write till the cows come home!!!! My job as a teacher is not done if I fail to inspire at least half my class to write for pure pleasure. It is becoming increasingly difficult as mr Gove is persistent in his drive to raise standards! What he fails to realize, while he is deep within his fantasy of creating excellence, is that children couldn't care less if they are using adverbs, pronouns and subordinate clauses However while continuing to put immense pressure on teachers to adopt this 'false, boring, didactic' teaching of writing, he is literally draining children of any sense of being a writer for pleasure and just enjoying the art of writing!! His actions will ultimately have the opposite effect rant over!!
Andrew Height
DeleteThank God for Ken Robinson. He might not always say what is comfortable, but he does recognise the strength we all gain by being creative for creativity's sake. I don't want children to end up without wonder and the joy of stringing together a few words in a new way or splashing some paint on paper and calling it love. I think we are going backwards to rote and fear of the metaphorical cane. Language, like all art, evolves. We may not understand or like it, but we can't stop it without killing the very thing which makes us all individuals. Rant over.