I am working on a few new things, but I’m struggling to get stuck into one.
This is partly because I have a few distractions. For me, the greatest of them all is the Internet. It’s not necessarily the fault of Twitter, Facebook or Youtube. The problem is that I really like the Internet.
To write well, I need to be clear of distractions. I wear noise cancelling ear things. There is a deeper level of concentration, it feels like a layer down, that I need to get into. I do not need to be checking Twitter.
When I wrote the first draft of The Bear, there were about six weeks I thought of very little else. I was in Anna’s world so completely that I felt like an actor in the rest of my life. Not ideal from the point of view of my family, but they got by for a stretch.
After that six weeks I had a draft. I later deleted over 60% of it, rewrote and edited, but I did catch the voice and energy that became the core of the novel.
The other day, I hauled this lap top out. I worked on it way back when I lived in London, England. Sometime in 2003, I used this computer to write a draft that became The Line Painter, my first novel.
This iBook G4 is missing the number 2 and needs a serious dusting, but I noticed something else. It doesn’t have WIFI. It connects to the Internet via a dial up or ethernet cord—remember those?
Perfect for my purposes. I’m going to use it for writing the next few weeks and see. Maybe the story will be set in a land that feels far away. It’s 2001 and there isn’t any WIFI…