Reading vs Writing

And here we are, washed up on the shores of Thursday. How are you all?

I haven’t been doing a lot of writing this week, because life has managed to get in the way a lot over the past few days. It has a nasty habit of doing that just when you feel deadlines approaching and commitments (even if they’re only ones you’ve made to yourself!) piling up all around you. But, hopefully, from today until Saturday at least I’ll have time to get myself back on track and plough through some of the story ideas I’ve been working on; I’ll get them drafted and ready to sit, percolating, for a few days, all going well. I have competition deadlines coming up in June, July and August, and I need to have polished, professional work ready to submit.

Hang on, will you, just a second, while I breathe into this paper bag.

I can do this... I can do this! Image: babyboomeradviserclub.com

I can do this… I can do this!
Image: babyboomeradviserclub.com

Okay. I’m good to go.

This deadline-fear is one of the reasons I go through periodic bouts of panicky palpitations and sleepless nights and sweaty palms – it’s necessary to plan ahead like this in terms of project management and upcoming commitments, but taking the long view on things sure does make life seem frightening, and full, and extremely stressful. Taking things one at a time has been my lifelong mantra, but in this ol’ writing game, you don’t always have that luxury. Multi-tasking has become my middle name.

I should spare a thought at this point, actually, for the hundreds of thousands of kids in Ireland who are sitting their major summer examinations right now. They began yesterday – just, of course, in time for the sun to finally emerge out of its hiding place and start drying out this sodden little country – and I remember all too well that horrible pressure the kids are under. I wouldn’t go through it all again for a king’s ransom. In a way, though, going through an examination process is excellent preparation for life, don’t you think? Kids: I hate to say this, but it doesn’t get any better.

No. That’s a joke, of course. It gets loads better. You still have to cope with pressure, deadlines and stress, but you get to be old, creaky and scatter-brained at the same time, which makes it more fun, particularly for those around you.

Despite the fact that I have excellent deadline-juggling training, there is one aspect of it at which I really am not good; no, not good at all. That thing is: trying to fit my reading deadlines around my writing ones. I have no fewer than three books on the go at the moment – not an unusual thing for me, I have to admit – but there’s also the fact that yesterday, on a browse through my *stealth boast alert* extensive book collection, I realised that my To Be Read pile had grown to heights unheard of since my long-ago and far-away teens. I have so many books I want to read that I’ll have to take a week off just to get started on them. Reading, of course, is a vital part of writing, and so needs to be somehow factored into everything else; each book to be read is another small deadline, another commitment to meet. Luckily, of course, these are probably the only enjoyable deadlines in the world, and so it’s almost a good thing that I have so many of ’em piling up. At least, I tell myself this to make myself feel better about it.

Also, I’m struggling to ignore the fact that Neil Gaiman has a new book out in a few weeks.

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Image: transparentwithmyself.wordpress.com

If I start letting myself think about this for too long, then all my other deadline-awareness flies out the window. Gaiman trumps everything in the great card game of life, of course. I have a feeling that all tools will have to be downed the second ‘The Ocean at the End of the Lane’ comes out, because if I know it exists somewhere in the world, and I haven’t got my hands on it, then I will know no peace until it’s safely read and put on my shelf to admire along with all my other Neil Gaiman books.

Yes. I am an addict. I know.*

My main problem, as you’ll have worked out by now, is that I’m an addict to both reading and writing, and they’ve never come head-to-head before in quite such a way as this. Somehow, though, I’m sure I’ll struggle through. I suppose, really, it’s only right and fair to prioritise the writing deadlines, since they’re imposed by someone else (and are, let’s face it, a little bit more important), but I reckon I’ll pull a few all-nighters and meet most of my reading deadlines, too.

Phew. It’s a hard life.

Happy Thursday to you all. I hope, wherever you are and whatever you’re doing, that you’re happy and well and have plenty to read. If you’re stuck for a book, let me know – maybe we can work something out!

*If my husband is reading this, I hope the fact that I’m about to wish him a happy birthday in public will make up for this blatant admission that I’ll be adding another tome to our Neil Gaiman shelf in a little while. Happy Birthday to the best and most understanding and loveliest husband in the world!

6 thoughts on “Reading vs Writing

  1. Kate Curtis

    Happy Birthday to Sinéad’s husband!

    I wouldn’t mind if reading imposed a little more on me, the problem is I need to let it happen. Working on that 🙂 Just so as you know, I think you’re doing just brilliantly. Deep breaths.

    Reply
    1. SJ O'Hart Post author

      It’s funny – I read your blog post today as I was writing this one. Our minds *almost* synchronised. 😀

      Thanks for the birthday wishes! I’ll pass them on to ‘The Boss’. 🙂

      Reply
      1. Kate Curtis

        I may even blog about that. It’s not the first time that a degree of topic synchronicity has happened to me. As is often the case, one blog post sparks others and have two in the pipeline. I write slowly, relative to your good self, so I have to pace myself and one of the other posts falls a little in line with Claire’s current Written In Haste post. So weird. Happy weird.

        I’m just worried someone else is writing the same book I am. 🙂

      2. SJ O'Hart Post author

        :D!!

        Yes, that’s a fear I live with all the time, too. Don’t let it put you off writing your book, though. Write and hope for the best!

        It’s great that you read Claire’s blog, too. She’s a good friend of mine in real life, and she’s a great lady. I really enjoy her posts. 🙂

  2. anna3101

    I have exactly the same problem. Too many books, too little time! My to-read list is growing practically every day, and my reading tempo, even though I consider it to be quite good, doesn’t go in pair with my to-read shelf.

    What’s worse, you need even more time for other exciting things, and there’s just not enough of it. Hey, I was actually to write a post about that, you know? 🙂

    Reply
    1. SJ O'Hart Post author

      How strange… all our brains are melding into one! Maybe we should become the world’s first International Crossborder Supervillain… Mwahahaa!

      *ahem*

      Sorry. Too much sun has, clearly, fried my brain. 🙂

      Reply

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