Some weeks the writing ideas zoom in like fat bees in lavender. Other times someone must have sprayed pesticides. There’s no hope for the novel, short shrift for short stories, and even the blog gets bogged down. That’s serious, because the blog’s raison d’être is to unblock the serious writer in me (though all too often it replaces her entirely).
When I taught French to adults, I would excuse uncompleted homework if they could provide a correctly formulated excuse, eg: “Le chien a mangé mes devoirs.”
How do you rate my excuses?
- Last week’s post was too good! Yes, that’s right, I was very pleased with my blog post last week. I admired both my own writing style, and my choice of content. My chest puffed out; I smiled graciously; I stood behind an imaginary lectern spouting wisdom to an enthralled audience. I’ve made myself a hard act to follow.
- The weather. Seriously. My study is the coldest room in the house. The UK climate was playing cruel homage to Antonia White’s wonderful Frost in May. No bees buzzed. I cowered beneath blankets gazing mournfully out at my dying cherry tree. When it’s cold in winter I can write. When it’s cold in spring my pen shrivels (Can pens shrivel? – Ed.)
- I have a busy month coming up. Trips planned, student reunions, family things, cultural highlights. I take packing for these very seriously, and had to put aside a lot of time for inventing obstacles to worry about.
- My reading has stalled, so I can’t give a review for this week’s post. I’m currently in the middle of two books: Leonardo and the Last Supper by Ross King in preparation for a trip to Milan, and The Book of Night Women by Marlon James, which my son gave me for my birthday. They’re both very good, but as a Goodreads review says, “whenever i read books written in dialect it always takes me at least 40 pages to start to get the hang of it”. As a (highly appropriate and skilfully used) vehicle for intensity, cruelty, and injustice the voice isn’t always easy to process. And why are both printed in such an exhaustingly tiny font? When my reading staggers my writing stumbles too.
- I did my tax return. This is grounds for congratulation – I’ve never completed it so promptly before. It didn’t take long, because to be frank the piles of receipts and associated expenditure on my authorial life are not that high. (The million pound advance for The Magic Carpet must be lost in the post.) So given the level of turnover, can I really describe myself to the Inland Revenue as a writer? On the other hand, bearing in mind recent estimates of average author income, do my low earnings provide the proof?
- Amazon returned the interior proofs for the German translation of The Infinity Pool. I can be of absolutely no help checking these, but there was a lot of associated emailing with my long suffering, hard working, optimistic German translator Michaela and I do so hope for her sake even more than mine that her hard work finds some appreciative readers and reviewers.
- My writing ideas are unrepeatable. A couple of plot ideas did surface recently as a result of memories friends recounted to me, in that innocent way they have over a glass of wine after a concert, unaware their writer friend is salting it all away for use in chapter six. But in the cold light of day I’ve realised what a betrayal it would be to use them.
- I had to cultivate my garden, not in the Voltairean sense but literally. I’d bought some plants before the most recent mini ice age intervened and urgent life saving was needed.
- There are cracks in the living room plaster that could mean anything and have to be watched.
- Le chien a mangé mes devoirs. Je n’ai pas de chien.
- The idea I do have is reserved for Smorgasbord in a couple of weeks.
- Just realised I wrote this post or one very like it shortly after starting blogging, and also the following New Year. More proof I’m a professional writer – glossy magazines have been recycling the same articles for decades.
If you’re still with me through all these excuses, take my advice: you must – like me – have better things to do. Like I said, last week’s post was good. Why not revisit that?
Jessica Norrie ©2018
Excuses good and funny but must try harder
Suggest “ I’m having surgery. It’s not yet life threatening but it does cut into my writing time”
Have you used up the one about going to an elderly relatives funeral?
Seriously enjoyable piece
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Nowadays I think I’m the elderly relative – I suppose my own funeral would be the ultimate excuse. Your surgery excuse is, er, sharp.
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I enjoyed this article, Jessica. I find this idea of writer’s blog intriguing. It has not as yet happened to me but that may be because I work full time and don’t have nearly as much time to write so the ideas are stretched out over a longer period.
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Hi Robbie – not sure if you meant writer’s blog or writer’s block! Writer’s blog is a good idea, keeps my hand in, but as I say sometimes takes over. But on balance well worth doing. As for writer’s block – last week it was too cold, this week it’s too hot! But that has more compensations.
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Sorry Jessica, sometimes I type to fast. I did mean writer’s block.
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Adn you’re not teh only one!
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It’s always good to have new excuses!
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Help yourself, on me!
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Ha ha! Thank you. 🙂
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Reblogged this on Claire Plaisted – Indie Author and commented:
My weeds must be growing again…lol
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Thanks for the reblog – and keep an eye on those weeds!
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Yeah. Just glad they aren’t toxic one… 🙂
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There were one or two excuses I haven’t used yet, so thanks for those!
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I forgot to add I was on bee duty too, reviving them with a nutritious dandelion! Another worthy excuse I can offer you…
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Thank you. Nice to feel other people share my procrastinations.
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Reblogged this on Die Erste Eslarner Zeitung – Aus und über Eslarn, sowie die bayerisch-tschechische Region!.
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Danke Michael and hallo again to your readers.
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Yes. Life can be full of diversions and excuses and other tasks calling out to us for attention rather than sitting down and WRITING. Reading your blog post was a very pleasant way to avoid working on song lyrics for a few minutes! Thank you for writing it, and thank you to Sally for sharing it…
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I’m glad I delayed you so entertainingly! Look forward to the song, one of these days.
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I agree. This is a wonderful diversion and leads to skillful procrastination.
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Just reading each others’ blogs is great procrastination practice! What a lot of kindred spirits there are…
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Reblogged this on Smorgasbord – Variety is the spice of life and commented:
If you are looking for excuses for not getting your writing done this week then Jessica Norrie has 12 you are free to use.. including…Le chien a mangé mes devoirs if your response is Je n’ai pas de chien. then blame la chatte….Head over to take notes…
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Très bien Sally, you are let off your homework for this week!
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Merci.. and I hope your evening was surprisingly good…. x
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Turns out the bad reviews were for a different production so my dread unjustified. Good acting, terrible set.
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Pleased to hear… glad the acting was fine… x
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C’est bien. Il suffit d’un peu de volonte et d’emboiter le pas. L’ecriture n’est pas chose facile et il faut faire avec ses ardeurs.
De la part d’un ami.
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…faire avec ses ardeurs – j’adore cette phrase! merci!
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Mais de rien. Au plaisir!!
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