Saturday, December 10, 2005

Conf 123: On not being a writer

No. of words: 44,980

A busy week not being a writer. Earning crust has to come first for a while. It's not unpleasant. This week did 2 scripts for DEMOLITION. Kevin McCloud and Janet Street-Porter confront the town planners, great public service broadcasting. Next week it's a documentary about the sitcom and another about soaps. Still have the wordcount guilt, though. Yesterday did 1,000 before 10am. If only this could become habit.

Perfect writerly life:

Get up: 7.40
Cup of tea and daughter's breakfast: 8.00
Eat remains of daughter's breakfast: 8.15
Wave goodbye: 8.30
1,000 words: 8.30 - 10.00
Collect mail from mailbox, large leisurly breakfast with papers: 10.00 - 11.00
Mess about on computer, blogs, e-mails: 11.00 - 12.00
House cleaning, boring paperwork: 12.00 - 1.00
Lunch with friend at Arthur's on Green, one glass of wine
and sandwich: 12.00 - 1.30
Ride horse around Bushy Park: 1.30 - 3.00
Daughter home from school: 3.00

COULD almost do the horse thing. That's the biggie. The inner ten year old girl in me refuses to give up hope. Has it become such a fantasy I don't really want to do it? Am I scared of breaking back? You do when you get older, like skiing. Took daughter to ski centre yesterday for sledging party, a bit scary driving through fog trying to find place in depths of Surrey. Best time she's ever had in her entire life was the verdict.

Have been so wrapped up in writing, first as an escape from houseboundness with small child; now as child growing and starting to become independent am definitely getting antsy (as my friend Debbie calls it). It's like spotting there is a world out there to take part in and do things I'd like to do, for me, myself.

Bye bye, thanks for visiting, come again soon.

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