I would like to welcome Fiona Cummins to my blog today. Fiona's book Rattle is being published by Pan Macmillan in January 2017.
FICTION VERSUS NON-FICTION
AKA HOW THE F**K CAN I SQUEEZE IN
ALL MY WORK *AND* FINISH MY NOVEL?
On the day my children went back to school after the
Christmas holidays, I was out of the door at 8am, heading into London to work
on a magazine for a supermarket client.
Exactly twelve
hours later, I fell back through the door, read my sleepy-eyed lovelies a
bedtime story and collapsed on the sofa.
Of course, the last
thing I felt like doing was writing, every ounce of creativity squeezed from me
by a day of train journeys and the confines of an office, dreaming up different
ways to describe Easter eggs.
But fuelled by a
bottle of beer and a bowl of stew, I opened up my laptop and the word document
currently called Book Two, and met up with some new friends (and no, I don't
mean on Twitter).
Last week, I found
myself at a children's birthday party, one of a handful of parents whose little
ones wanted them to stay. As soon as my five-year-old was pass-the-parcelling
with gusto, I opened up a memo on my mobile and started working on this blog.
Fiction versus
non-fiction. Novels versus journalism. How does one juggle two very different
disciplines amid the chaos of family life?
The answer, for me
at least, lies in the scenarios I have outlined above.
I don't.
Instead, I juggle
my time in a flippin'-heck-this-piece-is-due-in-two-days-better-get-my-head-down
kind of way.
In newspapers (I
worked at the Daily Mirror for 12 years), deadlines have a way of focussing
one's mind which is all well and good if an article is, say, 1000 words long,
but what happens when the word count is 100,000, the deadline several months
away?
In truth, I'm still
finding out.
Yes, I've scaled
back my journalism since signing a two-book deal for my début crime thriller RATTLE
and its sequel, thanks to generous advances from Pan Macmillan and my foreign
publishers.
But so many writers
never get beyond their first deal, and it's the terrifying prospect of a book
that doesn't sell that keeps me working for a handful of clients.
In my fantasy life,
I wave my kids off at the school gates, work on my novel for three hours or so,
and head to the gym at lunchtime. Afternoons are spent dealing with admin,
social media and my non-fiction commissions until it's pick-up time, when I'll
play educational games and cook a nutritious meal.
In reality, I gaze
into space for quite a long time. I go on Twitter. I eat biscuits. I tap out a
few lines. Then I realise I have to collect my children in ten minutes and I've
forgotten to buy any dinner. Fast-forward a few hours, and I'm working until
midnight.
Oh, and I've put on
two stone.
But every day I'm
discovering more about the way I write: that my fiction is freshest in the
morning, when tiredness, the drought that sucks me dry, has lifted, and the
words fall like rain; that interviews and news stories, with their ready-made
content and dialogue, their rhythm and structure, are easier to write at the
end of a long day than complex plots and made-up characters; that I tend to
write my books in the gaps between my life, on a winter Sunday afternoon, a
snatched hour after tea, in the hushed darkness of a cinema, a car, a train
carriage, a café.
I guess what I'm
saying is, like most writers, I'm just trying to find my way, and fiction or
non-fiction, novel or newspaper, as long as the words deserve their place on
the page, the route doesn't matter.
About Fiona Cummins
Fiona Cummins is an award-winning former Daily Mirror
showbusiness journalist who writes for national publications and corporate
clients. Her début novel RATTLE is published in January 2017.
Find Fiona on Twitter - @FionaAnnCummins
Great post, Fiona. Thanks for the giggles and the confirmation that it's not just me! Love the line 'I gaze into space for quite a long time. I go on Twitter. I eat biscuits...' :-)
ReplyDeleteYes, I can relate to all of it too! Far too much time on social media.
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