September 16th, 2006

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Why I write (latest version)

"Why do you write?" is one of those perennial questions that comes around again and again. I've answered it in various ways over the years; here is the latest answer/justification/excuse.

I've tried writing for just fun, and that led to lots of beginnings of novels and many unsaleable short stories. I then tried the "if you want to be a professional, you have to act like one" route. Getting up early to write
every day, learning about markets and saleability, joining rasfc, reading How To books and being a member of various crit groups did improve my writing immensely, but it also led to frustration and disappointment as the publishers and agents didn't agree with the positive things that my critiquers were saying.

So, I have finally decided that I'm going to treat writing as a Beneficial Mental Activity to keep my brain active as I head towards old age. *g* This means that it has to be taken seriously and allocated a time slot in my busy schedule (unlike something done purely for fun!), and if a story seems saleable, I will certainly submit it, but that will an added extra. My aim now is to try to make the writing its own reward. I will endeavour to enjoy the process, the struggles to get the prose how I want it and, finally, enjoy the satisfaction of completing a large project that has stretched over a couple of years.

And writing is a lot more fun than doing sudoku or crosswords, often suggested as activities for fending off senility.
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Not a bad end to the week

Achievement of the week: retrieving G from the airport yesterday, despite him being delayed and arriving later than planned. Collapse ) There were the arrivals to watch. Both Manchester and Salford universities had tables set up and people staffing them wearing university sweatshirts. They seemed to be greeting new students arriving from overseas. A little cluster of such students ended up gathered near where I was sitting, waiting for their transport to wherever it was they were going. The transport was somewhere held up in traffic. Behind me a mother and two children settled on more seats. Or at least the mother and daughter settled, the boy, doing the usual bored boy things, was swinging on some kind of hand rail.

It's interesting how names go in and out of fashion. This won't mean anything to anyone under about 50, but it totally cracked me up and I found it very difficult not to laugh out loud. The mother, reprimanding the boy for swinging on the rail said:

"George... Don't do that!"

Today I cycled into town this morning and bought the tax disc for the Daihatsu. It is now totally legal and roadworthy again. Then we went to the Grapes in Maentwrog for lunch. The quality of the food seemed to have declined recently, but I thought it was better again today. Perhaps they have a new chef?

I spent the afternoon fiddling around, catching up with rasfc and LJ. Though I have printed out the forms to sign up for Novacon. Probably too late to get a single room, but I suppose I can always share.
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