New beginnings, old promises
When I woke up this morning, it felt like more than a new day, or even a new month. It felt like a new beginning. And there’s nothing that can get me scribbling down lists of resolutions and ideas like a new beginning. This morning I vowed that this month, I would write a blog post every day. I can’t believe I’ve promised myself that. I’m possibly doomed to failure but that’s the writing life – trying to force yourself to finish what you’ve started, to fulfill promises you make yourself and do the best you can to give wings to fledgling ideas.
Yesterday, I finally kissed goodbye the third round of proofs of my new novel, ‘India Dark’. Now it’s really gone there’s no going back on a single word. Scary. It was so many years in the making. At one stage, I felt it was a promise that I couldn’t keep, that I was never going to pull it all together and make the story work on paper. It was a big idea, a huge adventure and the most difficult book that I’ve ever written.
I’m not sure what lies ahead for my writing, which is partly why this morning I set myself the challenge of posting a blog everyday. It’s frightening how quickly the last couple of months have flown past. I can’t believe it’s over six weeks since I last posted anything on this blog. I’ve been to Byron and to Sydney since then, spoken to hundreds of people about books and writing, read dozens of novels, started and abandoned half a dozen short stories. Life is crowded. But what I like about both keeping a journal and writing a blog, is that it gives you a sense of the passage of time. I often promise myself that I’m going to be more disciplined about my writing. It’s an old promise that I’ve broken more times than I can count. But it never hurts to try again, to take a deep breath and begin a month with a new promise. Fingers crossed, I’ll have something new to write about tomorrow.