Monday, October 3, 2016
The Fallow Months
by Meredith Cole
After deciding to become a writer in my thirties, there has never been a time when I have decided to quit. Not seriously. I've certainly had my doubts as to whether or not writing novels is a viable career option for anyone (including me) in this age of short attention spans and YouTube videos. How can novelists really compete with tweets and sound bites? But quitting was never a real option for me. Long after anyone cares to read what I write, I will no doubt be in my study typing away at some new story and trying to follow the thread of a new idea.
I have had weeks stretch into months where I have not worked on my novels. And certainly years when I haven't published anything. But that doesn't mean I wasn't writing. I write non fiction for my job. I write blog posts and journal entries and an occasional poem. I work on other projects, like short stories, even when I take a break from a book in progress. I skip back to older projects and look at them again with fresh eyes.
I beat myself up when I take breaks from a manuscript, though. I tell myself to get back to work and finish the book already, and to stop getting distracted by home improvement projects or my garden or planning a vacation. And after awhile, I start to get restless and unhappy. I miss the writing and I realize that not writing is no longer something I can continue to do and remain happy. So I get back to work.
I've discovered that these fallow months serve an important purpose for me. They give me a distance from my work and let me approach it again with a new attitude. Although I both hate and love taking a break, breaks are necessary. And when I return to my manuscript, I often have new interesting ideas that I never would have had just staring at the computer screen non stop.