Gavin Liddell

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It’s All A Matter Of Time

Posted by on Jul 2, 2015 in Uncategorized | 0 comments

It’s 7:10pm and I’m standing doing the dishes at the kitchen sink and I’m fretting.

I’m fretting about my book.

Why did I wait until I became a dad who works long shifts before starting to write a book?

What did I do with all of my spare time before all this happened?

I’m fretting because I know my book is light years from being finished. Jesus, I’m not even sure about the tense I have written it in. I’ve realised a large chunk of what I have written so far will never make the cut. And I’ve been writing for over a year.

Yet, I know how it should read. Those words are not on the page yet but I know how they should flow.

I know how it should feel.

If it were a film I know who would have directed it.

I know what I have to do in order for it to work.

I’ve got character bio’s to complete, films to watch, documentaries to study, books to read, podcasts to absorb, people to talk to. A blog post to write.

Every minute of every day is precious and I simply can’t eek out enough of them at the moment.

I’m worrying that this is gonna take so long my blog will become redundant.

Basically, I’m freaking out.

Then Naomi drew my attention to a quote from Mastering Creativity by James Clear.

“…He revised. He changed. He edited. By his own estimation Zusak rewrote the first part of the book 150- 200 times.”

Then, in his own words Zusak says.

“In three years, I must have failed over a thousand times, but each failure brought me closer to what I needed to write, and for that, I’m grateful.”

The book was The Book Thief.

I’m finding some solace in that.

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