This writing life

Posted by: Toni Jordan
6 December 2008

Before I wrote my first novel, Addition, I worked for 19 years in normal jobs. You all know what that’s like: there’s a starting time and a (looser) finishing time. There are forms to fill out for leave, collections for going-aways and sometimes cake for morning tea. There are colleagues who become friends. I didn’t always like it, but there was a routine that provided a structure to my day, and more broadly, to my life.

Now there’s…well, it’s just me really. And my laptop. And my next deadline for the new novel is the end of September next year.

If you think this sounds like a recipe for disaster, you might be right. So here are a few things I’ve learnt about working by myself.

1.  Work out when you’re at your best. I’m rubbish in the mornings, always have been. (When I was a teenager, my granny would keep a wet washer in the freezer, to drape over my feet when I slept in so I wouldn’t be late for school.) So I spend mornings answering emails and doing chores. The emails might be from publishers, publicists, librarians, reading groups or writers’ organisations. I do a little writing too: talks and lectures, things like that. I also try to read some new fiction and catch up with the news and blogs. I lot of this can be grouped loosely under the heading of ‘procrastination’, so I get it out of the way before midday. On the domestic front, I’ll often start preparing dinner too, because by 6 or 7 pm, I know I won’t want to stop writing.

2.  Human contact is essential if you don’t want to go loopy. Most of the year I spend one day a week lecturing in novel writing in the Professional Writing and Editing course at RMIT. I love this. I have wonderfully committed students with exciting work, and I’m forced out of my pyjamas at least once a week. I also try to have lunch or coffee with a friend once a week. And, although I’ve never blogged before this, it seems a great way to connect with people who love books.

3.  Get an assistant. Here is my assistant:

Myron the wonderwhippet has a varied job description. He lets me know if someone comes to the door. He walks me to the kitchen and the bathroom. He runs around in circles when the phone rings. And he lets me know IN NO UNCERTAIN TERMS when I’ve been sitting at the computer for too long and it’s time to go for a walk. AND, in perhaps his most important role, when we do go for a walk and I’m caught muttering lines of dialogue under my breath like a crazy person, people in passing cars assume I’m talking to him. Genius.

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