I've just been writing out some bits and pieces for publicity, specifically 'Top ten things about me I'd like my readers to know' for a website called Female First. Like all this stuff it then went into my 'Articles' file. There's a lot in there so I took a look. I found this one, which appeared somewhere or other. There have been a few hiccups along the way, but not much has changed...
Writing Routine
When I started out I didn’t have any writing routine, I had
a job. Writing was a hobby I indulged in over the weekends or in the evening
when I wasn’t: too knackered, watching TV, reading a book, or up the pub. I
only ever started counting words upon discovering, in John Braine’s Writing a Novel, that this might be a
professional approach. This was probably when I was in my early twenties, and
then I used the old technique of working out a line average and from that a
page average. It wasn’t until I had been writing on and off for maybe ten years
that I started to establish any kind of routine, thought I couldn’t put a
finger on an exact date, and this routine relates simply to the aphorism ‘How
do you eat an elephant? One bite at a time.’
When you start word-counting you realise that the pages you
have written ain’t adding up to a book (and here I’m talking about the time
when the average SF novel was a mere 70,000 words). The prospect can be
daunting, and my approach was to ensure that I wrote something every day.
That’s all.
The next routine I established was when I went
self-employed. Getting tired of working in factories on milling machines and
lathes, I looked elsewhere. This was perhaps because of a boredom factor
creeping in when I was either on production work (Neal, we want a thousand
square aluminium blocks this size with a hole drilled in them) or pressing the
start button on some computerized machine. I tried building and then, as a
result of some work I did clearing up the mess left by the storm of 1987, ended
up doing tree-work, hedging, contract grass cutting and just about anything
else I could turn my hand to. The bulk of this work was during the summer, so I
had plenty of spare time in the winter. I spent most of my free days during
those winters writing, almost as if this was a real job.
I started writing down my daily word-count, then I got the
stunning idea that maybe I should set targets for myself. Well, I think it was
my idea, though it’s just as likely I picked it up out of some ‘How to’ book. I
can’t remember the target I set, but suspect it might have been about 1,000
words. It was during this time I discovered the small presses, had my first
short story published in Back Brain Recluse then a series of stories elsewhere,
then Mindgames: Fool’s Mate, The
Parasite and The Engineer. Then
came the big hit when Gridlinked, The
Skinner and a third book as yet written were picked up by Macmillan.
Sensible word-counts briefly went out the window when Peter Lavery wanted Gridlinked expanded from about 65,000
words, (I took it up to 135,000 in two weeks – and added Mr Crane) and The Skinner expanded from 80,000 words
(I was a little bit more leisurely over that as I took it up to 150,000 words).
I gave up the day job a year or so after this – after Gridlinked and The Skinner had been published and while The Line of Polity was growing nicely – and began to establish a
proper routine. Here I was at an advantage over many writers in that I’d been
self-employed for 15 years, therefore knew what it was to motivate myself. I
knew how to get up and get to work without the driving fear of a clocking-in
clock, angry foreman or written warnings. The cuts to the pay packet were
there, of course, in that the moment I stopped working, even for a cup of coffee,
I would cease to earn.
I started the new job by being up at 8.00 and writing until
5.00. I aimed to write 1,000 words a day for five days a week (the words were
of course now much easier to count with a word processor program), but after a
year found myself way ahead and knew the target was just too easy. I upped this
to 2,000 and still found it too easy, but then this was all my words, so next I discounted journal entries, blog posts, and
stuff I put on message boards (yes, I even counted the words in them) and reset
my target to 2,000 words of fiction. This is what I’ve stuck to ever since. When
I get started each day I read through and correct the previous day’s 2,000
words, then start on the next. As I reach that figure I try to simply stop, and
not go on until reaching a natural break. If you just stop while you know what
you’re going to write next, it’s easier to get going again the next day.
Now, those of you with a mathematical turn of mind will be
thinking, where’s the 365,000 word novel every year? Unfortunately, turning
professional brings home to you the importance of other aspects of writing that
can take up many weeks. And now, I no longer feel guilty when I simply write
the word ‘editing’, in my journal, where I usually note down my word-count.
That’s it really: the glamorous life of a writer.
