spurts

fountains spurting water upwards

when i got back into writing seventeen years ago i would sit at a desk in the attic room and open a large a4 book of paper and with a pencil begin to scribe. i would write continuously until i got to the end of the chapter. i would write a chapter a night of my book in 4h pencil and when done close the book to the next day. this technique worked well for the first two books.

the next two books my technique evolved. i was writing longer chapters so i would write until there was a natural break and my energy was spent. until words and ideas failed me and i knew i needed to think about where the characters and plot were going next.

the next book i planned. i mapped it out loosely across pages. i knew where each chapter was going and where the characters would end by the close of the story. if they survived. so i wrote complete chapters again. yet the writing got harder. less frequent. the pauses between when i would write grew. i found it difficult to get going. i knew i needed a different approach.

someone told me about the pomodoro technique. where you work for twenty-five minutes. take a five minute break. repeat this three more times but after the fourth work stint take a longer fifteen to thirty minute break. the idea was you would stay focused and work in intensive bursts. it didn’t work with me. i still had the problem of facing a new chapter or section and not knowing how to get started. what to write next. sometimes the not knowing would last months and i would instead turn to writing a short story or prose-poem.

later i heard about another approach. it may have been in a book about writing or about a particular writer’s life or even been a discussion point at the writing group i attend. whatever way i heard it i decided to give it a go and it worked for me. instead of writing chapters or stopping at natural breaks i sit down to write for a specific time. usually two hours. and i would take pen in hand and write in my notebook non-stop during that time. taking an odd pause to take a sip of drink or stretch my back. but primarily i would write for two hours and stop at the end of a sentence in the middle of a scene or a thought or an idea. the important bit: while the energy was still there. while i was still buzzing with ideas and enthusiasm for what i was writing and wanted to write the next sentence. i would write in an energetic frenzy two hour spurt then suddenly stop. stop with things yet to be said. why? so that next time i will have something to say. a point to continue on from and get back into the writing. so i’m not starting from a dead stop. i never end at a chapter end. if the two hour spurt is at the end of the chapter i will write five or six lines of the next chapter or section.

i have modified this approach slightly. i now reread the last section of the previous spurts writing before beginning the new writing session. just to familiarise myself with where i got to. this is necessary for me as it can sometimes be two weeks before i pick up my pen again. if a chapter or section gets completed across spurts i will type it up. i live in dread of losing my notebook and my work. of leaving it somewhere or it being consumed in fire. so i type up the latest section when complete so i have a back up.

i know this approach will not work for every writer. i am not saying that. it is the way that works for me. it has taken me seventeen years to find a way that works for me. it will take time for you to find your own approach. you can only find out by writing. sitting down and trying different approaches. even now i find this method only works for my novel writing. short stories i just have to sit down and write them to the end in one sitting. same with prose-poems. but for novels. the longer form. the two hour spurts from an energised start is where i go.

becoming stupid

Woman wearing virtual reality headset

there was a time when i would sit down and read reels of pages of books for hours. if i had a day free i would happily lounge on a sofa devouring the page, ignoring the need of refreshment and bodily function. just one more page. just one more page. just to the end of this chapter. and so on.

nowadays it is very much different. i find myself after a long paragraph of text becoming distracted. i will switch to a quick fix of insta or blusky. check the posts on facebook. watch a vid on tiktok. then back to the book. back to the beginning of the paragraph as i have forgotten what it is about. the concentration broken. memory porridge. when did i get so stupid and what caused it?

i guess the growth of social media did not help. clever apps whose algorithms are designed to keep you scrolling and flicking on to the next thing. how many of us have discovered a quick browse on an app has somehow turned into an hour or two? the time somehow swallowed by the inane chatter of nothing. there must be an impact on our concentration spans. school teachers know it. we are consuming text in bites. long form has gone.

and now we have ai. we no longer have to read the article or book or page. we can get ai to summarise it for us in a couple of sentences. what need us to actually read the thing? the days of the victorian novel with sprawling descriptive paragraphs of prose are gone. we are the sound bite nation.

but are we all to blame for this change? in a culture that is forever demanding information to be processed quicker to arrive at conclusions faster because time is poor and precious, is it really our fault we have altered to comply with this demand? particularly when the world of work demands more for the money and many are holding down more than one job. do we have the time to spend on reading great wads of text and do we feel so inclined, after a day of work fixated to a screen of words, to spend an evening doing a low tech version of the same?

personally i’m trying to buck the trend i have found myself in. it seems to me as a writer and bookseller. surely i should recognise the importance of the written page and should not be helping the reliance on short cuts that may lead to a devaluing of my own written work. so i am going to turn off the social media apps in the evenings. embrace the written page. small steps at first but i will do it. i have set myself the target of finishing a monster of a book. to make it even more challenging it doesn’t have chapter breaks. just page after page of text. im starting small. twenty minute reads then a brief break. but the break is not to be on the mobile phone.

i may take this deepening of concentration further. move to long form visual imagery. tv watching reduced. channel hopping stopped. instead embracing the world of the film. long form is now key. fast food a thing of the past. seven course banquets instead. a stop for afternoon tea. when my family tell me to hurry up when we’re out i will instead take my time and stroll. pigeon steps.

expect to see me soon on a corner frozen in step reading war and peace.