It’s three years since I
gave up the day job. Three years since I had a monthly pay cheque. People ask
me how my life has changed, and how I manage to live on less than half what I
was used to. My standard answer is that I don’t buy as much as I used to, that
I use the library more, and that I’ve given up holidays. But you’re always away! they reply. Yes, but it’s always work, I say.
But I realised this week
that that’s not strictly true, and that the line between work and play is
blurry. Take this summer. I’ve been away three times, if we count being off the
island of Ireland as ‘away’, and every time it has been officially ‘work’; yet
every time it has been, not only hugely enjoyable, but a chance to connect and
reconnect with writer and reader friends from all over the UK.
Charney Manor: hard work spending time here |
First there was Charney, the
Scattered Authors summer conference/retreat in Oxfordshire. Definitely work, as
this was the second year I helped organise the programme, with Lee Weatherly.
But play too – as there always is when a group of authors gets together. Charney is about friendships
made and renewed. The first time I went I knew two people; this year I knew
almost everyone, and those I didn’t know then, I know now.
Then there was my ten-day
trip to the south-west of England. Oh, mostly work, I assure you – I wouldn’t
want anyone thinking I was frivolous. Well…the Bristol conference sounded like work, but how hard can it
be spending a weekend with fellow book-enthusiasts, delivering a talk about the
way I used girls’ school stories in my novel Name Upon Name?
Yes; this was really hard work. |
I went on from there to
Totleigh Barton, Arvon’s Devon centre. Sometimes I go to Arvon in a definite
work capacity, to tutor or to look after my group of young Belfast writers, but
this time I was a student, learning to write radio drama, something I’ve always
been interested in. It was HARD WORK and very intensive, but I may have enjoyed
it just a little.
After that, it was off to
the Exmoor Pony Centre to meet Charney chum Victoria Eveleigh and take part in
a Pony Author Event. Hard, hard work, of course: talking about my first three
books and meeting book/pony enthusiasts. And there were cream scones and
ponies. I told you it was work. I’ll admit the last two days of the trip were
pure holiday – staying with Victoria on her Exmoor farm, driving over the
moors, seeing Exmoor ponies and big herds of deer, cuddling dogs and a cat, and
riding a beautiful ex-racehorse. I felt I was living in a pony book. But lest I
imagined I was there for fun, we did
squeeze in a lunch with author Claire Barker, for very solemn book talk.
Extremely hard work on Exmoor |
And yesterday I had to fly
to Edinburgh for the day to meet my new publishers to talk about Street Song, out next year. 100% work.
But it would have been rude to have been there and not meet up with local
writer pals. Purely in the cause of serious state-of-the-industry talk, you
understand.
Not even pretending to work with Eve Harvey and Helen Grant |
It makes sense, financially,
for me to combine work and pleasure. But it’s becoming increasingly difficult
to work out where one ends and the other starts.
And most of the lovely
people I spent time with this summer were people I didn’t know until I started
writing. It’s the loneliest of jobs in some ways (not as lonely as
lighthouse-keeper, I grant), and in others, the most convivial.
Thanks for the
hospitality/fun/chat/laughs/support, everyone, and remember you’re all welcome
in here County Down. Though not all at the same time.
2 comments:
Certainly, work travels should link up with nice things and nice people. Life's too short to be alone with a screen all the time. Thanks for all that you and Lee did to make the Charney Manor retreat such a success. Glad you counted it as a "holiday" too.
Thanks, Penny! You know better than most how Charney is play AND work, but even as an organiser I always find the play overrules! As indeed it should.
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