Things to do to avoid writing #2

Shop and cook for elaborate meals to cook for your family/friends/cats.

I’m a great fan of Jamie Oliver’s 30 Minute Meals. OF COURSE they don’t take 30 minutes- I’m no chef – they take at least an hour, unless you’ve practised, but they are worth the extra time. The results are FAB. (No good for a dinner party because they’re cook-and-serve – i.e. you’ll be chopping/searing/baking in the kitchen while your guests are sipping cocktails in the other room or, worse: your guests follow you into the kitchen and talk to you while you’re trying to follow the complicated burbling in Jamie’s book.)

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Ideal for cooking for your family. Clear everyone out of the kitchen, put the radio on and spend a happy hour producing a healthy, hearty meal that will make your nearest and dearest love you even more. Our current favourite:

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The Perfect Writer’s Chair?

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Reblog: Friday Fun … The State of Publishing! | Rachelle Gardner

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Things to do when you have writers block…

This may well be the first in a loooonnnnng series…

Next time you’re pacing the floor wondering how you ever thought you could write, feeling too terrified to type a word because you know it will never be good enough, why not start work on that little writer’s sanctuary you’ve always dreamed of at the bottom of your garden. Order some wood, a saw and a drill and start drawing up plans.

Here’s inspiration – a gorgeous tiny house by a Finn called Robin Falck

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Snoopy’s Guide to Writing

“The blizzard doesn’t last forever; it just seems so.”

I’ve just read a Brainpickings post. It has some useful links to useful books by useful writers on writing. Most encouragingly, it has a delightful quote from Ray Bradbury.

“The amazing Blackstone came to town when I was seven, and I saw how he came alive onstage and thought, God, I want to grow up to be like that! And I ran up to help him vanish an elephant. To this day I don’t know where the elephant went. One moment it was there, the next —abracadabra — with a wave of the wand it was gone!

In 1929 Buck Rogers came into the world, and on that day in October a single panel of Buck Rogers comic strip hurled me into the future. I never came back.

It was only natural when I was twelve that I decided to become a writer and laid out a huge roll of butcher paper to begin scribbling an endless tale that scrolled right on up to Now, never guessing that the butcher paper would run forever.

Snoopy has written me on many occasions from his miniature typewriter, asking me to explain what happened to me in the great blizzard of rejection slips of 1935. Then there was the snowstorm of rejection slips in ’37 and ’38 and an even worse winter snowstorm of rejections when I was twenty-one and twenty-two. That almost tells it, doesn’t it, that starting when I was fifteen I began to send short stories to magazines likeEsquire, and they, very promptly, sent them back two days before they got them! I have several walls in several rooms of my house covered with the snowstorm of rejections, but they didn’t realize what a strong person I was; I persevered and wrote a thousand more dreadful short stories, which were rejected in turn. Then, during the late forties, I actually began to sell short stories and accomplished some sort of deliverance from snowstorms in my fourth decade. But even today, my latest books of short stories contain at least seven stories that were rejected by every magazine in the United States and also in Sweden! So, dear Snoopy, take heart from this. The blizzard doesn’t last forever; it just seems so.”

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