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Diversion, FTI or accidie?

What is that strange feeling when you schedule work in that day, but at 6 pm and the nth cup of tea, you wonder what happened. Many people suffer from this. Especially writers, it seems.

Diversion is a word that comes up a lot. Doesn’t sound too bad: something that distracts the mind and relaxes or entertains. Indeed, divertissement was the word for pleasant entertainment or a short interlude.

The Romans, pragmatic as ever, used divertus to signify turned aside, probably meaning a river, rather than the flow of thought. Today, many people get diverted by Twitter, so perhaps diversion is really a a time-suck.

Procrastination, to forward to tomorrow (pro + crastinus, of tomorrow (from cras, tomorrow). Hm. Romans again, but persistently current, especially when faced with hundreds of pages of edits… Still that deadline is a long way away, isn’t it?

As long as you haven’t succumbed to an artistic form of accidie – spiritual sloth, apathy, indifference. Sorry, can’t be bothered to finish this paragraph…

Irrespective of how you describe it, FTI is the outcome. Failure to implement was originally used in IT and possibly in economics. Now it’s one of the most often heard business buzz-words. Broken down, you get failure – not meeting a desirable or intended objective and implement – execution of a plan.

So why do we dilly-dally, drag our feet, or heels, lollygag, stall or shilly-shally? Why are we diverted by tidying, cake-baking, gardening, fiddling under the car bonnet, spending our precious writing time on Facebook and Twitter? We should be time-managing and compartmentalising, scheduling and meeting deadlines. No?

Could it be because writing is not seen as worthy, as a proper way to spend time?
Alison Morton is the author of Roma Nova thrillers, INCEPTIO, and PERFIDITAS. Third in series, SUCCESSIO, is now out.

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Saving libraries day

Today, the book world moves. It’s out there saving libraries for you and the next several generations.

If you do nothing else this dull and cloudy weekend, go and take a book out. Or audio book. Or CD. Or DVD. Go and browse the Internet for free. Ask those incredibly clever librarians for information, guidance or just chat about books. Find out when the next pre-school storytime or bookclub takes place. Search local history. Find a quiet desk where you can write your own book…

The day would be over before I could list everything you could do in a library.

I discovered magic worlds there when I was 5 years old. Just go there today and look for yourself.

Surviving the emotional foot-stomp on creativity

The renowned Nicola Morgan, famously proud to be the first Google result for “Crabbit Old Bat” and an award-winning author of around ninety books, never fails to offer diamonds to aspiring writers. Frankness and occasional brutality are her hallmarks. But she’s usually right.

So, in my morning scan of blogs, I found her post today especially pertinent. She describes her personal experience of how emotional upset or personal crisis can throw a creative writer completely off kilter. She also offers possible solutions… Do go and read her post, then come back. 😉

I exchanged emails with Nicola a last month about a family crisis and the emotional shredding that went with it. But also about my strategy vis-à-vis my writing. I abandoned new writing, but carried on with brief, grabbed sessions of editing. I maintained contact, however tenuous, with my obsession.

Physically exhausted and mentally drained, my other half and I dawdled back down the M6 and M40. We listened to music, talked in snatches about nothing in particular. As we reached the ferry port in Portsmouth, we almost wept in reaction. We slept nearly the whole eight hours of the crossing. We’d never worked so hard, but we’d achieved a satisfactory resolution to the crisis through sheer drive and nervous energy.

Disembarking from the boat in Le Havre, we revelled in the glorious sunrise, refreshed in a strange way. Five gold stars to nature. We took it easy for the next few days, throwing vitamins, fruit, coffee, wine and rest at our systems. I picked up again with my Twitter and email friends. I fiddled about doing some more edits (see previous post). Then my diary peeped at me. The York Festival of Writing. I had to write something in preparation of the one-to-one sessions with an agent and a book doctor. The deadline was 1 March, but I had fixed 7 Feb as my personal one.