Sacrifice for Writing

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I sacrificed sleep once when I had three short stories on the go at once and wrote until 3 in the morning making sure I didn't lose what I'd got in my head, ensuring I went to work in a zombie-like state. Then I returned to poetry and found I could write something in the gap between eating my breakfast cereal and going out for the bus, and sneakily refine it during the day when I was being paid to work.
Experience improves writing...so don't sacrifice anything...or you'll find yourself with only one subject...and what a boring fucking subject it is too....can turn perfectly normal people into tiresome, pedantic nob-ends...blah..blah..haha..... Hear my music: http://music.download.com/3600-5-100795586.html

There's nothing more mind-teasing than the incomprehensible eagerly avowed -
Dennett

I find my writing ambles along peaks and troughs so Juliet, your family may not be on the microwave meals forever. Styx, my we have rubbed shoulders with the right people haven't we but I'm surprised you didn't mention the Alan Brownjohn shelving episode. My problem is that my snog-ee could have professed influence but turned out just to be the postroom boy and I'd be none the wiser! jude "Cacoethes scribendi" http://www.judesworld.net

 

"I know you're not proposing this as a rational creed, but I wonder, how do you explain to yourself all the awfulness that goes on? The fact that the planet is hellbound? Do you prefer not to think about it, or do you attribute it wholly to understandable mistakes?" Of course I don't prefer not to think about it - but I do think thinking about it endlessly and getting depressed about it while doing nothing is worse than not thinking about it. For me I'd rather do things, whatever they may be, charity work, petitioning or on a lesser scale, smiling at people in the street, letting cars into traffic - whatever I can do. I cannot take on the world and make it the way I want, but I can do whatever I can do. People have been saying the planet is hellbound for centuries and I don't think it is. More people care now, more people actually know things and want to do things about them. I think. I believe. But of course I have my dark moments, but having dark moments doesn't make one a better person does it? Saying, 'I think about how terrible the world is all the time,' doesn't make anthing better. To be fair though, I do attribute many problems in the world to lack of empathy. While we all go around believing in heroes and villains rather than the human need and instinct for survival we'll never see the whole picture. We're a silly bunch always looking for scapegoats. Whether it be in the world, or in our own life stories. Perhaps I do agree that a lot of people have certain advantages re publishing, but I also think focussing on that, getting bitter about it, does nothing for one's own sense of self, or one's own writing career. Thinking positive things helps me get out of some rather dark and destructive depressions, and I'm sticking to it. Um, but I do think if a writer is really good they will get published. I have to believe that Jon, otherwise why the hell am I bothering?
Jude: I thought when I saw Martin Amis walking along with fag in gob (I thought RD might have made some sort of a joke on that one) and pint of beer and tennis rackets, that he was making some sort of statement. I just thought he looked a tit. Damned fine writer though. I think his brother is Philip Amis and even odder. He'd discovered a kind of papier mache where he could weave a black and white leopard skin look into it. Every single item of wooden furniture was covered in it. Every door, window frame, skirting board fire surround. Both of them making very ostentatious statements, although Philip's was inside his home. Most odd though. Oh the tutor who accepted me for Ruskin, Alastair Whisker who was a friend of Alan Brownjohn, died not too long ago. When I met him and looked at his visage I thought 'ah he's one of the gang'. And lo, every evening that I met him he was pissed. Shame: nice man.

 

At risk of being contraversial, may I respectfully suggest that bemoaning the inequalities that exist in publishing opportunities at every corner does sound a bit 'It's so unfair' is a kind of Harry-Enfield-Kevin kind of way. Like Ferg I try to look at what I can do rather than what I can't do ...grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can... Styx, you sound a bit like an insanity magnet like me. Sometimes I wonder if 'weirdness' is a bit like gravity and the more we have, the more we attract. Or is it just a side effect of living in Oxford and London. London is a great place to live if you are a writer. Every time I'm out I brush shoulders with the post-Bohemian literati. Oh and the streets are paved with gold! jude "Cacoethes scribendi" http://www.judesworld.net

 

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