Over the last few, strange, months I’ve realized more than ever how privileged I am to have a job that can be done alone, at a desk. Lockdown has been hard on creative energy, but it’s allowed me to get on with an editing project – the perfect occupation for long days.
I’ve had good news, too: I’m now represented by Annette Green, of Annette Green Authors’ Agency; and I was thrilled when my novel made the shortlist of 12 – out of over 1,000 entries – in the Mslexia Novel Competition. So there’s been plenty to celebrate. I’ve been grateful for the support and encouragement of my mentor, Liz Jensen, whom I worked with through the Gold Dust mentoring scheme.
You can be intrigued by my work here.
Arts organisations have been hit hard by the pandemic. But one of the benefits to come out of this strange time has been the number of online events. I was pleased to support Arvon recently and listen, via Arvon at Home, to one of my favourite writers, David Mitchell, talking to critic Alex Clark about the craft of writing. It was an exhilarating evening, full of useful writing tips. I’ve written about it on my blog.
In the meantime, unable to travel, we can read about people who do. I’ve been re-reading one of my favourite books: Nicholas Shakespeare’s biography of Bruce Chatwin. It’s stuffed full of great quotes, but this, from Thomas Keneally, seems apposite: ‘Economists think that economic indicators are the metaphor for humanity. Novelists think that stories are the true indicator of human existence.’
In our unpredictable, scary world, the creative act of writing, and the empathy it engenders, feels more necessary than ever.