Forgetting how to write
I’ve been working full-time now for almost two months, and there’s been considerable changes to my writing life. Namely, the fact that I’m not writing – not that I’ve done a large amount of writing before I got this job. People have no clue when they say, “If only I didn’t have a job, then I could finish my novel.” For me, unemployment presented itself as a barrier to prosperous writing just as much as working nine to five.
My whole life was devoid of stimulation. Sure, I had the time to write when I pleased, but I never went out to observe the world I was commenting on in my fiction. I didn’t have the resources or the opportunities. Now, working, my mind is flooded with all kinds of random images, things you don’t go looking for, but they find you. These ideas are everywhere now, but without the time to fire up the word processor in the right environment, I’m slowly falling out of habit of doing the actual writing bit.
When I was unemployed, my schedule was totally out of sync with the rest of my family. I would stay up until two or three in the morning, occasionally writing something. I find it hard to write when everyone else is working and moving around me. It’s distracting. I can write things like blog posts, but for fiction, you need to go to that extra level of concentration to immerse yourself into the story so that your readers will be immersed too. I need the solitude that I could only find when everyone else was asleep, since the only computer in our house is in one of the main rooms. The concern is that I’m going to fall out of practice and I’ll forget how to actually write, without forgetting how to come up with story ideas and think like a writer. That, my friends, may be the ultimate writer’s torture. I plan to buy a laptop soon, with the money I’m trying to save from my new job, but until then, I’m really going to struggle to get words down and avoid forgetting how to write.