Writing a book is a tremendous time suck, as any of you who are writers know too well. I quote a useful passage from Pulitzer Prize winner, Annie Dillard’s book, The Writing Life:
“Many writers do little else but sit in small rooms recalling the real world. This explains why so many books describe the author’s childhood…”(!)-Emphasis mine. “Writers read literary biography, and surround themselves with other writers, deliberately to enforce in themselves the ludicrous notion that a reasonable option for occupying yourself on the planet until your life span plays itself out is sitting in a small room for the duration, in the company of pieces of paper.”
I loved that. We also spend great gobs of time woolgathering, during which time we can claim to be writing (see my essay, “How I Became a Writer.”) So except for the fact that one has no life outside the small room until one’s book is done, writing is a great life.
What has been your experience with writers and writing? Are we too closeted to be nice people? Or too remote? Don’t think I am, but I’ll admit I don’t get out much!
Are you writing a book? Is it your first? How is it going?
A New Book!
My latest memoir, Sir! I’m Not That Kind of Girl, or, Goody Two-Shoes Goes to Town, will be out this fall, and I will be accepting pre-orders for hot-off-the-press autographed copies on the first of August. Just go to the “Contact” Page on this website and leave me your pertinent information name, address, etc., and a message that you would like to pre-order the book.
Apologies for being such a lazy blogger. I could give you lots of excuses, but writing a book is good enough (along with laziness). I will try to do better.