Confessions of a Word-aholic: Kathleen Jones
Since then, I've been a compulsive communicator. And compulsive is the word. In fact, there's a label for it and I think it ends in 'aholic', and has nothing to do with the amount of wine I drink (though, on the other hand . . . .)
|Kathleen, swanning around in the Piazza|
When I tell people I'm a writer and I live in Italy, they always say 'Lucky you! How wonderful!' and think it's all coffee breaks and wine on the terrace overlooking the Mediterranean and swanning around in the Piazza. But it's not. The 'living in Italy' bit probably would be, if the writing part of it didn't get in the way. As Cally Phillips mentioned in her blog yesterday, the downside of being an Indie author is that it's all down to you. You have to turn yourself into a multiple personality. If you're not careful the business side of it can be all-consuming, leaving little time for actual creative writing.
|Cover of new biography Photo Ray Troll|
Then there’s the courses I agreed to run this summer - sometime in December or January when it all seemed a long way away and of course I’d have the book finished by then? There are two of them; an online course in life-writing for Cally's Edinburgh E-Book Festival (Free to all participants) and a residential course here in Tuscany. They both need notes and handouts and a course programme, and Yes, Cally! I will definitely have it done by Saturday!!
|Writing at Peralta, Tuscany.|
When, oh when, am I going to be able to say No to anything? I need my brain scanned to find out if there’s a fragment of commonsense to be found anywhere inside my skull! There’s a novel sitting on the end of the desk that needs to be edited and a couple of poems I’ve been asked to write and a story that’s burning its way across my brain - and I’m pinning pictures to Pinterest? Anyone know a good therapist?
Meanwhile, my house is beginning to resemble Miss Haversham's drawing room and I'm about a millimeter away from disproving Quentin Crisp's theories on the accumulation of dust.
Time ...... That’s what I need.... time to sit on the terrace and drink the wine and the coffee and just enjoy being alive. There are times when you forget that you need to live a little. The hamster has to get off the wheel and look at the sunset. There’s that tempting little bistro in the next village that does really good tordelli. And then you remember the tax return. ........ B@&%*£#!!!!
Find out more about Kathleen's books at www.kathleenjones.co.uk
Kathleen blogs at A Writer's Life
and you can find her Amazon page here....