One of the things I love about writing as a job is that you can use everything. As Nora Ephron’s parents told her, “Everything’s copy.” But for me this also means that life and work get mixed up and I can find I’m working all the time. Let’s take a day last week (when I, um, drafted this post) as an example.
When I got back from the school run, I sat down with Joe and, while he “brummed” his cars all round the lounge (Harry never did this, it’s highly entertaining) I read an old novel, the structure of which I’m
nicking using as inspiration for the book I’m writing at the moment, and made notes.
Once I finished that book (I only had two chapters left), I started reading a book a friend sent me to review. That done, Joe went up to bed and, once I’d got some paid work out of the way, I started work on the new book I’m writing for Spring Into Summer.
With half an hour left to go, I thought I’d put something on to listen to/watch in the background while I did some more writing / internet footling and remembered there was an episode of The Big Bang Theory I wanted to watch. Why did I want to watch it? Research for another book I’ll be writing soon. (A Top Sekrit book! Oh, I love having a Top Sekrit project!)
Don’t get me wrong, I love it. I wanted to turn my hobby (reading/writing) into my job and I feel really lucky that I’ve been able to, but sometimes I would just like to switch off. Do you know what I mean?