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When it comes to creative writing I’ve never stuck to a set pattern. I can’t sit down at 8 a.m., write until 1 p.m., have lunch and then write until 5 p.m. and stop. Some can. Some can’t. Neither way is better or worse than the other. My way is to wake up at, for instance, 3 a.m., knowing what the next paragraph is, and I must scribble it down now rather than dictate groggily into a machine or make some notes and fall asleep again. It means actually getting up.
Like many creative writers I used to beat myself up about a perceived writer’s block, staring at a white page or a blank computer screen convincing myself that I’d lost it, that I couldn’t write any more, that my internal editor (that bitchy old hag) was right and that I wasn’t a writer after all.
Nowadays I welcome the times when the heat dies down. They’re a chance for me to switch; to do something else equally creative, to let the stories ‘sit’ for a while and start spreading their roots a little. I’ll extend my commercial writing. Pick up my camera and tell stories with that instead. Get armfuls of books from the library and read all day and all night. It’s like varying your exercise routine so that you use all your muscles over a period of time and not just one set, although I know which exercise is best for me if I’m wanting ideas. Swimming.
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