Beasts, Muses and Surges of Creativity - by Rosalie Warren
As I type, the fearsome Beast from the East leaps from the sea, rises through the thermals (what thermals? The only thermals around here are my underwear) and tears at the window like Tove Jansson’s Groke, desperate for warmth and light and immediately blotting out any source of heat it encounters. In a few minutes I will venture out, take a brief walk along the cliff top (no danger of being blown over – only further inland) and hurry home to the sanctuary of my cosy flat. And yes, I’m aware of how fortunate I am – that there are rough sleepers out on the streets in these awful conditions, and yes, I’m ashamed to live in a country where this is allowed to happen.
I’m also lucky to have the time and opportunity to write. And wow – for some reason the muse has decided to pay me a few visits recently, after making herself scarce for quite a while. Having finally finished the second draft of a novel I’ve been working on for about two years, I seem to be inundated with new ideas – or further developments of old ones. I suspect it’s because I decided to give myself some time off. When you finish that draft, I told myself, you can have a few weeks to catch up on household things such as re-decorating a bedroom and de-coving the ceiling/walls. It’s partly pure displacement – anything is better than struggling to remove fiercely-glued polystyrene coving (someone else’s work) from the top of the walls, without, if possible, dislodging great wodges of the plaster underneath. Pretty much anything is better than that, especially when you’re at the top of the steps trying not to wobble, telling yourself that sixty-something is the new thirty-something where home decorating is concerned. I will not let this beat me! (I didn’t let it beat me. It’s finally done. But before I finally forced myself to get started, I did a lot of work on planning my new books! Displacement is a great way to get things done.)
I don’t think that’s the only reason for the surge of ideas and energy, however. I think part of it is that I gave myself permission to play, which took the pressure off and allowed some ideas to bubble up. Also, I have a new sense inside me of writing what I need to write, never mind the market, never mind what will sell (who knows what will sell?). A new sense of b*gger them all, let’s get on with it. A renewed excitement about writing that I haven’t had for years – an obsession with my characters and a real drive to make the story happen (or to watch and listen to the story happen, which, of course, is often how it feels).
I’ve also finished working on my short book on editing From the Heart of a Copy Editor..., which I brought out as an e-book a couple of months ago. It’s selling well – not at bestseller levels by any means, but much better than anything else I’ve done.
The paperback version is now ready to go – just needs the cover to be finalised – so that will be available very soon. Perhaps that has done my confidence some good. Thanks, too, to those friends who have patiently borne my moans about lack of confidence, etc, etc, in recent months and years. You probably know who you are. If you’re not sure, then believe me, you are. Thank you! (There will be more moans and lack of confidence, I promise…)
Anyway, the new ideas include a sequel to the book I just ‘finished’ (still needs work, of course), plus a children’s book (didn’t think I’d be writing any more of those) and a new science fiction novel (ditto). Ditto because Lena’s Nest, my previous venture into sci-fi, has had some lovely reviews, including one by fellow Electric Author Umberto Tosi on Eclectic Electric, but has not sold particularly well and I fear the sci-fi label may be putting people off. So the next one will not be advertised as sci-fi at all, on the basis that it will be of general interest and involve near-future issues that will concern us all. Yes, artificial intelligence again, with a lot of concern about some of the likely consequences and how we need to be prepared (see the recent BBC article here, for example). But it will also have deep characterisation and a good plot, I hope, and be written in a way that does not presuppose any knowledge of the topic. Oh, if only I could write it the way I’m picturing it now! It will fall short, of course, but I mean to do my best. It’s not entirely new – I started work on it as a NaNoWriMo project back in November 2015 and then abandoned it for all sorts of reasons. The new version is different, but some of the roots are the same.
Anyway, sorry to go on… I just feel excited to be finally having ideas again and for them not to be immediately sat upon by the Groke of self-doubt and self-criticism. Long may the Groke stay in hiding, from all of us!
The muse is difficult to photograph (she won’t keep still) and the Groke is a bit dicey copyright-wise, so here’s a picture of Scarborough on a recent day when the Beast was relatively calm:
To finish with, a note on young Daisy, my granddaughter, whose adventures I’ve previously related on here. She’s now three and a half and speaking almost perfect English, as many of this age do. But look – a three-and-a-half-year-old has mastered virtually the whole of English grammar! OK, they all do it, or almost all, but it’s mightily impressive just the same. The human brain is absolutely amazing. Well done, Daisy and all your peers, including the ones for whom it’s a struggle. You are all amazing. It’s just a pity Daisy has now stopped saying ‘cumber-cumber’ for ‘cucumber’. I will go on saying it, however, probably for the rest of my life.
Happy writing, happy reading, and keep warm, everyone.
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