Well, I did warn you this would be the title of my next post. It’s prompted by an email I received recently from a writing friend, with the subject line “Business”. And by the last couple of months, which seem to have been incredibly busy somehow with a bunch of things which, while writing-related, are not actually writing itself.
A couple of weeks ago, frustrated with my slow progress through the various WIPs, I decided to take a good hard look at where my days are going. Of course there is a slew of other bits and pieces crammed into my day – house, family, exercise and so on – but here is the graph that represents how the time I had available for work was divided over a two-week period.
A little alarming, no?
The category “Writing-related-but-not-actually-writing” covers a grab bag of bits and pieces, including:
* preparing talks for industry events
* preparing workshops and presentations for school/library visits and residencies
* liaising with schools and libraries on admin/technical details for same
* managing the SCBWI mailing list, dealing with enquiries, attending meetings etc
* attending various launches and other industry events
* writing letters of support for other writers’ grant applications and the like
* filling out questionnaires from my publisher for my forthcoming books
* working on final edits/jacket copy/teaching notes for same
* updating my website so my new work is represented there
* trying to learn website-design software so I can fix my broken website
* starting advance promo for the new books – sending information to places like SCBWI/Varuna
* ordering books from my publisher for my own use at school visits etc
* answering correspondence from readers
* designing and ordering new flyers and business cards
* organising head shots and seventy-five different versions of my bio for various purposes
* booking flights and insurance, planning itinerary and making contacts for a forthcoming writing-related trip
* doing poetry readings
* selling my poetry book
* preparing and sending submissions
* dealing with things like the Google Book Settlement, PLR/ELR, CAL and various other potentially income-generating acronyms
* keeping up with industry newsletters, review magazines and other channels of information
Ah, so that’s why I wasn’t getting much writing done!
People warned me about this before my first novel was published, in much the same way they admonish expectant mothers to “make the most of this time, before the baby comes. It will never be like this again”. And in much the same vein, you never believe them. Because you’ve been waiting what feels like forever for this and you just want your baby to hurry up and be born already. So you think what do they know? It’ll be fine! I’m going to love it!
And you do love it, of course. This is not intended to be a litany of complaint. I know how very very fortunate I am to be in this position. I once dreamed of going to launches and writing blurbs and doing promotion and school visits. I love all of it. And I know that in my struggling-to-get- my-foot-in-the-door days, if I’d I heard a writer complaining about the terrible toll having these many books published was taking on their writing, I would have had to resist the urge to smack them firmly upside the head. In a writing sense, these fall very squarely under the category of what we at our house like to refer to as “first-world problems”.
But they’re real, nonetheless. And I guess what I’m saying is that I need to be aware of all this and of the very real chunk it does take out of my writing time. And move to mitigate that if necessary. Which it may well be. Because the writing is the point, first and foremost, and when it gets squeezed into the cracks of the “business” side of things, there’s something rather topsy turvy about that.
Of course, I’m thinking about all this and how I really need a night at home to try and get some words in on the WIP, when all of a sudden two delightful gentlemen announce that they’ve scored a new book contract and are getting together that same evening to celebrate and would I perchance like to come along? And of course I would, because this is the absolute best stuff of all and what it’s all about, in the end, and sitting at the Windsor on a balmy Perth evening eating pizza and drinking champagne and grinning broadly from ear to ear has absolutely nothing at all to do with business when you really think about it.
In closing, I leave you with my favourite pie graph of all time, altogether more satisfying than my own.
* I’m not sure where this image originated, but I’ve taken this version from Boing Boing.