Spring daffodilsNever mind the weathermen – for me spring begins, not on the 1st of March but at the Equinox, that potent symbol of life and rebirth, when the days become longer than the nights. In celebration of all things vernal (and surely not because I’m feeling a bit lazy this week), I am handing over (most of) the rest of this post to people with a far greater command of the English language than I.

I love new starts, and spring is full of them…

“Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.” ~ Rainer Maria Rilke

“It’s spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you’ve got it, you want – oh, you don’t quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!” ~ Mark Twain

“Life stands before me like an eternal spring with new and brilliant clothes.” ~ Carl Friedrich Gauss

More prosaically…

“Spring is the time of plans and projects.” ~ Leo Tolstoy

So I promise to make the most of it…

“I am going to try to pay attention to the spring. I am going to look around at all the flowers, and look up at the hectic trees. I am going to close my eyes and listen.” ~ Anne Lamott

“For every person who has ever lived there has come, at last, a spring he will never see. Glory then in the springs that are yours.” ~ Pam Brown

Even the lawn-mowing bit…

“Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.” ~ Basho

How about you?

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Stop signThe day after last week’s post on how to get started with your writing even when you don’t want to, up popped the following in my Twitter stream:
 
 
 
 

Or keep off Twitter and reading other folk’s blogs. If you don’t feel compelled to write consider why. I can’t stop

This raised a couple of questions. First – was the tweeter (who I shall refer to here as “C”) mad at me, or not? Always difficult to tell on social media, especially for one as socially inept as I. However, we had a sort-of friendly exchange later in the day, so I think we’re OK.

Second – the suggestion that “If you don’t feel compelled to write consider why. I can’t stop”.

This sentiment turns up everywhere and often on the Interweb – the notion that, to be a proper writer, you have be driven, compelled to create by some irresistible internal force over which you have no control. The implication: real writers don’t struggle.

But spend the briefest time reading other folk’s blogs (sorry C!) and you’ll find any number of writers bemoaning their problems with motivation. There’s obviously a whole lot of people out there who would love to be unable to stop writing, but just haven’t got started yet. Or maybe we’re not proper writers!

It reminds me of that other interminable debate, between “pantsers” (who write “by the seat of their pants”) and “plotters” (who work it all out carefully beforehand).

Maybe I’m being paranoid, but I get the impression that many writers consider pantsing more artistic, more authentic, just more plain fun than boring old plotting. They’re eager to expound on how their novel lacks a plan – on a how having a plan would, in fact, stifle their creativity – whereas those who dare describe themselves as plotters do so almost apologetically, as if they’re owning up something shameful. It’s the same way people feel embarrassed to say they like/are good at maths, but hardly anyone would revel in being rubbish at reading.

Don’t get me wrong – I’m not criticizing anyone’s writing process: plotting or pantsing, can’t stop or can’t start. That’s the point of this post! There’s room in this world for every writerly type – all that matters is what comes out at the end.*

Are you a pantser or a plotter, a can’t-stopper or a can’t-starter? Does it matter? Do you care? Let us know in the comments below.

*Insert your own scatological joke regarding the contents/quality of this post, if you must.

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How To Be Really Productive And Gets Loads Done #2: Get Started

by Wendy A.M. Prosser Friday 7 March 2014
Thermodynamic stability

I posted here a few weeks ago about how I (re)kick-started my writing so-called career by the simple act of getting up an hour earlier each day. Maybe you’ve done the same, or tweaked your daily schedule in some other way to gain time. If you did, you now have opportunities to write that you […]

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Whatever Next? Or, Is There More Than One Book In Me?

by Wendy A.M. Prosser Friday 28 February 2014
Books

The more eagle-eyed among you may have noticed that this week I passed the 80,000 word mark on the second draft of my WiP. The end is nigh(ish) With the achievement of that small milestone, it occurred to me that I might one day actually reach the end of this book. After which, of course, […]

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Spitting Images

by Wendy A.M. Prosser Friday 21 February 2014
Baby Bagpuss and Khufu

Hubby pointed out to me the spooky resemblance between Frida and Agnetha’s (clearly very popular) T-shirts in this 1975 Abba clip: and those lovable rapscallions Baby Bagpuss and Khufu: (ignore the photobomber; he is merely a hot-water bottle cover). Puts me in mind of this: this: this: and even this: – what do you think? […]

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The Greatest Love Of All

by Wendy A.M. Prosser Friday 14 February 2014
Paper hearts

It’s Valentine’s Day and, in the words of another pop-tastic chart-topper, Love Is All Around. Now, I’m not suggesting you neglect your significant other on this day of all days, but after the celebrations are over, why not take out some quality time this weekend to indulge yourself, not in who you love, but in […]

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Life, The Universe And A Bumblebee

by Wendy A.M. Prosser Saturday 8 February 2014
Constellation Fornax EXtreme Deep Field

This is one of those weeks when I was going to post about something else, then got distracted by events. A bumblebee Walking along the River Thames near Scribblings Towers yesterday, I was amazed to be overtaken by a bumblebee. A bumblebee! In February! I’ve see butterflies in March, but never a bee this early […]

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Do It Now! (Or Later)

by Wendy A.M. Prosser Friday 31 January 2014
Putting feet up in a hammock

This post should have been subtitled: “How Inappropriate Toileting Propelled Us Into The Twenty-First Century, Televisually Wise”. But that might have been too long for all those lovely Tweets I’m going to get (pretty please!), so sadly I had to cut it. Why it’s a bad idea to wait for the “right” time As anyone […]

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How To Be Really Productive And Gets Loads Done #1: Get Up Early

by Wendy A.M. Prosser Friday 24 January 2014
Alarm clock controls

I always hated getting up early. I used to consider it cruel and inhumane that people (i.e. my teachers, my boss, society in general) should require me to leave my bed any time before dawn in winter, or before 9 a.m. the rest of the year. So imagine all the glorious hours I spent snoozing […]

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Three Things I’ve Learned About My Writing Over The Last Seven Months

by Wendy A.M. Prosser Friday 17 January 2014
Book learning

It might come as a surprise, but I wasn’t totally idle on the writing front during my latest blogging hiatus. Regular visitors with an exceptional memory for tedious details may have noticed that my wound-count widget has increased considerably since we were last here, mainly due to some big changes I’ve made to my writing […]

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