Fake Plastic Souks: The Unbearable Lightness Of Not Writing

Posted on the March 21st, 2017 under Personal Bloggers by

English: Erik Pevernagie, painting. Representi...English: Erik Pevernagie, painting. Representing the opposition with lightness of being (Photo credit: Wikipedia)I’m not writing.I’m not editing or marketing, either. I’m not planning, plotting or playing with a new MS. I started a new book but it’s come to a sort of ‘meh’ point and I’ve put it aside while I do other things. I’ve scribbled a few short stories and other things, but nothing really significant.It’s mildly embarrassing when you meet people who know you only as a booky person, because they invariably (and perfectly politely) ask what you’re working on at the moment and ‘I’m not really, I’ve just sort of got nothing right now that’s floating my boat’ sounds wrong.But it’s God’s honest, guv. I see no reason to force things and the new project is nowhere near qualifying for that excellent advice that saw me race to get A Decent Bomber done, ‘Finish!‘I’m glad I’m not under contract. The agent/publisher would be nagging, reminding me an MS is due in next month and I’d be going spare about it, wracking my brains to force words onto the screen as I write in the certain knowledge that it’s not really what I want to do or, indeed, what I want to write. And, by extension, that it’s not really quite good enough to put my name on it and be proud of what I’ve done. I’d hate that.It’s not like it matters, of course. As we speak I languish in complete obscurity as a writer, so my lack of a new project is hardly going to have the NYT worrying about the future of literature.In fact, it’s something of a bonus. There’s a certain sense of relief at not having characters bumbling around in my head all the time, not worrying about getting that next scene down or being niggled by a piece of dialogue. I’ve been doing more cooking, ambling about on the Internet and going out at weekends to rediscover bits of the Emirates. It’s amazing how you get blasé about living somewhere as downright wonderful and exotic as Lalaland.And no, I’ve not been posting here very much. I realised the other day that this silly little blog of mine will turn ten years old next month. That’s pretty venerable. I suppose I shall have to celebrate in some way.In the meantime, I’m enjoying the, well, lightness of not writing…

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