Write, write, write

Something that drives me CRAZY is that publishers don’t want an author to write much. They try and curb your output to levels. It’s like telling a painter to stop doing what they do. I’ve often suggested two books at once and offered to submit them both within a few months. After all, most people who read books are capable of reading two books within a few months. Do that and (cue posh English accent) you get the standard response: ‘Steady on old boy, don’t want to give your readers too much of a good thing!’ I believe that if you are a writer, then you are writing because you like doing it… that by writing you are venting an energy that would otherwise be building up. And I have no qualms at moving publishers or agents, because the key point about being a writer is that you have to write first for yourself, and second for anyone else. I like it if people bother to read my stuff, but in a way I don’t give a damn if they don’t. We have an old family friend, who won the Nobel a year and a bit ago, Doris Lessing. She told me once that she has to write and she doesn’t know why, but that by writing she stays on an even keel. She’s been the greatest inspiration to me, and what I love about her is that she’s not writing for anyone except herself.

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