Does writing fiction, poetry or screenwriting feel like an indulgence for you? Something so wildly unlikely to produce any financial return that you wouldn’t tell your closest friend of your secret love and ambition for it? Indeed, does a reality-checker voice shout so loudly that it prevents you writing at all?
Writing non-fiction and fiction, the latter has always been easier to justify here. It contributes to professional reputation, is a good marketing tool and gives evidence that you know your stuff. Non fiction traditionally gets publishing advances before completion, rarely the case if you’re a fiction newbie.But it’s not nearly so much fun…
In fiction, our inner child roams free, creating kingdoms, and goodies and baddies and catastrophes… In non-fiction, we always need to be slightly grown-up, unless of course we’re doing a misery memoir where full maturity is a rare option.
CP Snow famously said that the pram in the corridor was the enemy of creativity, but despite being a mum, I’ve never found that. It’s the ansaphone message that says ‘Hello, bank manager here, would you mind giving me a call please?’ that puts me into a self-doubt vortex where my conscience tuts: ‘You silly woman, what are you thinking of’
But – to hell with the pope – as my mother used to say, I’m reaching an age now, where not to write fiction would seem a dire waste of time.
In case you feel the same, here are some:
Any other suggestions please?