In 2009 I took a 33 % per cent pay cut, played in the snow, bought a flat in Hove, got engaged, helped my fiancée find her father (whom she saw last through the eyes of a baby), started my own copywriting business, and played in the snow again. That’s right. It snowed in Brighton – twice.
In the midst of all this I have started writing creatively again. Why did I stop? Life got in the way I suppose. Will it be easy to maintain any momentum? I doubt it. So much vies for our attention these days.
I am staggered when friends tell me they have written ‘one or two novels’. I have started one and find the whole process almost impossibly hard. I end up revising the same passages over and over again or pressing delete on huge tracts of prose. I’m not getting anywhere. Perhaps I should know my limits.
My favourite authors are those who document everyday life in a seemingly guileless way, while transforming the mundane into the poetic – the Anne Tylers and John Updikes of this world. The problem is these two are amongst the finest writers to have graced the planet. Plot usually nudges the reader forward. Tyler, Updike et al just have to write. If I am to get anywhere I should be spending more time on plot –and less on the words themselves. Only the very, very best , those blessed with a searing intelligence (far greater than mine!) can get away with writing – seemingly – about nothing. But we try to emulate those we love. It’s a conundrum.
I have also started writing poems, inspired by my dad who has just had a collection of his own – The Blue Bridge – published. Most people are shockingly bad at poetry. With other mediums – painting, music, sculpture – there is clearly a huge reservoir of untapped, undiscovered talent. You see and hear it everywhere. The same can not be said of poetry, which tends to be face-achingly bad. My dad’s poems are excellent though. If I can write poems as well as him one day I’ll be very happy indeed.
2009 is also the year I started writing this blog. I am not sure what a blog is supposed to be really. For me this is just a space where I can get my thoughts down. A vent basically. Sometimes I get visitors, which is odd. But nice at the same time. I am coming round to the idea of the internet and social networking. The barriers between what counts as public and what counts as private are being blurred all the time. At first this repulsed me. But I suppose it could be seen as a bit of an adventure…
Here’s to a new decade. Let’s hope it’s a good one.