No, I am not talking about my lustrous hair here, I am talking about writing conditioning.
Mark made an interesting comment the other day, saying that he was in a coffee shop to grab a quick drink and to maybe get a few minutes worth of writing done during lunch, when he had his iPhone out, checking twitter and his emails (i.e. procrastinating). When unexpectedly his “writing playlist” came on. He then automatically turned off his phone and powered up his laptop and got writing.
I can completely relate because the same thing happens to me. I listen to my ipod during commute and usually it is the usual indie / rock / pop tunes but as soon as any of my writing playlist OST scores come on, my mind immediately heads towards Grimm, its characters, world and writing.
I don’t think this is a bad thing. But it makes me wonder about something else that Keris Stainton recently mentioned on her very excellent blog: Do You Ever Switch Off?
The blogpost came as a bit of a shock because I’ve never really thought about it or thought about how much I think about writing. Which is basically all the time. I have created this life for me – apart from my Real Day Job – where I am surrounded by writers and books. I review books, I love and cherish them. I think about other people’s writing. I obsess about my own characters and my own writing. When I read something that gets me in the knees, I make notes about it. I am good friends with some booksellers and we send emails back and forth about pretty books and pretty boys (don’t ask) and things we love and hate. I have a great many blogging friends who are all keen readers and I belong to SCBWI and am forever chatting to my little group of critique partners about writing (it is so hard/i hate it/i love it/it is crap/i’ll never write a thing again / i have a kazillion more ideas etc). It literally is non-stop. And it’s made me realise that I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Writing and reading has become a way of life. And I couldn’t be happier.
A quote I found over at Advice To Writers sums up what I feel perfectly:
One must be drenched in words, literally soaked in them, to have the right ones form themselves into the proper pattern at the right moment.