I Need A Room of My Own
Lately, I’ve had a lot of people tell me they want to write a book – or at the very least, that they have some grand idea that would make a bestseller. Hmmm. I suppose they confide this in me because I am a writer and somewhere in their minds they think I’ll be receptive … maybe even give them some advice worth following. Again, hmmm.
The fact of the matter is, writing a book is hard work. Really. I know some folks think it’s nothing more than compiling one’s thoughts with a few stokes on a keyboard, but I’m telling you – it isn’t that easy. Especially when you have other things going on in your life and can’t afford, literally, to seclude yourself to a room of your own – as Virginia Wolf once said …
For me, fiction writing is challenging because when I do find the time, my mind is often unprepared. Between taking care of my family, myself and writing for the paper – you know, the gig I get paid for – I often find myself unable to switch gears and wander off to the creative side. And then, once I arrive in my own Terabithea and sense the words ready to explode, alas … Something Wicked This Way Comes …
“Have you seen my car keys?”
“Mom, what’s for dinner?”
“Mom, tell Max to get out of my room.”
“Did you schedule the dog for his shots?”
EGADS!! The pen is put to rest, the laptop shut down, and my brain returns to tackle all that is going on around me. I get it Mr. Bradbury … really, I do.
Do you? If you’re a writer, how do you separate your reality from fiction? Do you have a room of your own to go to? And if you’re one of those that has asked me for advice on writing a book, take heed in Mr. Bradbury’s words.