When it’s another piece of writing.
I managed to stop writing the short story (the one that was a novel, you remember) this week so that I could resurrect the idea for a children’s novel from a horrible first draft written one thousand (well, ten) years ago.
And the reason for stopping? To send three re-re-re-re-re-re-redrafted chapters and a synopsis of the children’s novel to Fidra Books’s competition A New Book for Fidra. The deadline was today, I emailed my submission yesterday afternoon and now I am worrying about having too many pieces of writing on the go at once (and having to find even more reasons to avoid doing any of them).
But I am the only person who asked me to do this, and so I am the only person I can turn to. Just as, when people ask me how I manage to be disciplined about writing I say, ‘If, by seven o’clock in the evening (The Archers, of course) I haven’t any writing to show for myself (or research done or thoughts written down), I am the only person I can blame for my pissed-offness at the lack. And I get sick of being pissed-off (and only having myself to blame) at the bottom of the stairs of an evening.
So, perhaps writing will beget writing?
PS: Did you know that Jennifer Aldridge’s Ambridge website really exists? How does that work? A real website about a fictional village on a site for a soap peopled with invented characters on the BBC? I am confused … but I sense a new MAT coming on.