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Sunday, January 16, 2011

William Golding, Rapunzel And Me

One of my favourite quotes about writing comes from William Golding, in an interview in which he was asked about his writing schedule was like. “Well,” he said, “when I’m writing …”
  Whoa! ‘When I’m writing …’? You’re saying you don’t beat yourself up for not putting down 500 words minimum every day? Nice one, sir.
  I’m not writing right now. Haven’t written a single sentence of fiction in weeks. Took a break for the Christmas holidays and haven’t gone back since. It’s marvellous.
  There’s a few reasons for such sluggardly laziness. One is that I’m a lazy sluggard. Another is that I’m torn between a couple of stories I’d like to write, and I can’t decide which one I’d prefer to follow through on - although that suggests that maybe neither one has sufficient gravity to pull me in. Another reason is that I have a book under consideration at the moment, and it’s getting past the point where a decision will be made, and I find it very difficult to write with the guillotine blade creaking overhead. There’s also the fact that (actual paying) work is keeping me quite busy, and that we’ve turned the last bend into the final furlong on the DOWN THESE GREEN STREETS project, and it’s sapping all the spare energy I have to pretend I’m not a carthorse among thoroughbreds.
  There’s also the fact that I have been busy telling stories, to a captive audience, and revelling in the feedback, and if there’s anything more likely to undermine your drive to write, I really don’t know what it is. These stories tend to get told around about 8pm every night, to a sleepy little girl who demands one last story before she’ll close her eyes, and feature princesses, dragons, castles, dark forests, pink magic (pink magic is good, green magic bad), trolls, witches, fairy godmothers, mermaids, et al, although the most crucial element tends to be a feisty heroine called ‘Lily’, who is invariably to be found wearing a ‘bootiful swirly-twirly dress’. Last night it was Rapunzel’s turn to get an outing, and the little girl listened in wide-eyed silence, only interrupting to correct her daft old dad when he got a detail or six wrong, as he generally does; and then, once everyone was living happily ever after, the sleepy little girl announced, as she generally does, “My turn.” For the 55-second, stripped down, all-you-need-to-know version of Rapunzel, roll it there, Collette …
  I’m biased, obviously. But if Ray Chandler himself were to rise from the grave and read one of my stories, and declare it a third-rate knock-off but not bad, all things considered, it still wouldn’t be a patch on the buzz I get from telling Lily stories and hearing her version in return. A bit of a closed feedback loop, it’s true, and highly unlikely to set me on the path to fame, riches and glory. Still, when it all boils down, the whole point of this writing malarkey is for the pure joy of telling stories. Right?
  Apologies for the sentimental interlude. Normal cynical service will be resumed as soon as possible …

10 comments:

Michael Malone said...

Spot on, Dec. Storytelling is the thing. And Lily is a wee sweetheart. Brightened up my Sunday morning.

bookwitch said...

You did pay her extra for that, right? Child labour, out of hours.
(Mine didn't do that. Where did I go wrong?)

Naomi Johnson said...

Brava, Lily!

Donna said...

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. I'm now sitting here with a big grin on my face. Give Lily a big hug and tell her she's even better at telling stories than her Dad. So she must be brilliant.

Dorte H said...

And you were saying....???

Sorry, something made me forget every word in your post ;D

Pink magic is what the world needs.

Glenna said...

I personally greatly enjoyed your sentimental interlude, Lily is a brilliant story teller.

Thanks for the smile on this dreary Sunday morning.

seana said...

A cameo appearance by Lily in your blog can never go amiss, as I'm sure you already know.

Sean Patrick Reardon said...

Enjoyed this very much and brings me back to the day my own daughter was that age and we had great times like this. Fingers crossed for you on the novel under consideration.

Declan Burke said...

I thank you all kindly, folks. These days, it's all about the sentimental interludes ...

Cheers, Dec

kathy d. said...

Lily is a better storyteller and cuter than most people in the blogosphere.

What a way to brighten a cold, dreary day...the best.