Writing my book
“The most important thing about art is to work. Nothing else matters except sitting down every day and trying.”
― Steven Pressfield, The War of Art: Break Through the Blocks & Win Your Inner Creative Battles
Yesterday, I said this on Twitter.
And I had a few, varying responses.
To my mind they all went to the same thing; namely, just bloody do it.
Write a book that is.
But I've said it so many times before, if not publicly then inside me.
At the moment, I'm cleaning up Google Drive and I've arrived at the folder marked 'Writing'. It's painful seeing all the half-finished drafts swimming around in a sea of mediocrity. It makes me feel a proper dilatant. Or worse still!
I'll persevere though and be as ruthless as I dare in getting rid of the old, mostly memoir-focused material, but I do want to keep some of the writing if only because I know when I sit down to write, there will be AGAIN the need to lay bare my hollow soul and explain how it is, despite my best attempts, I've wasted so much of my life doing, well, not very much. I know. Hardly a page-turner! Then again, if only for the sake of my family and the few people who might be interested to know more about my roots and why I've railed against the system with so little success, I feel I've got to get it down — my story that is. I do know there will be gaps but I don't want to go into excruciating detail but rather to set out why a modus operandi based on following a moribund, industrial-complex narrative was and is (even now!) such bad advice.
The key thing is to keep showing up, as I do with these blogs.
This time, I'm going to print off what I write on a daily or regular basis because I feel that will be better motivation than a word count. How I'll publish the book, I don't know but most likely it'll be through one of the self-publishing sites that now abound.
I won't or certainly don't intend to update you on my progress (it would be too dull — sorry) but if I can be forgiven a few more posts, I will perhaps share some of the words and thoughts that are arising.
Happy days or I very much hope so 😁.
Oops, it's that time again. Me and the Mans (as daughter #3 now calls Alfie — don't ask). I'm going to go for a longer walk this morning. I feel I need the silence to seep into the depths of my soul. I will try and share a picture from my walk. Yesterday's was a washout with the torrential, Devon rain.
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