The delicate issue of distraction

Sometimes, I wonder how good a tool the internet really is for a writer.

Sure you have connection, virtual writing buddies to discuss all your writing woes, a sense of community perhaps (confirmation of other weirdos who also live in their own imaginary worlds)… but apart from that, I can’t help thinking that it is just another moyen to waste time. Another way to NOT write because the blog needs to get done, that supportive email needs to be written on a writing forum, that essential piece of writerly self help must be found somewhere in the labyrinth of literary tips…

My worry isn’t a new one, but was much reinforced when I read Tania Herhman’s (The White Road) interview with Branta on her writing day. Not to toot my own horn – the eternal procrastinator & non-writing writer – but I was somewhat shocked to find that before she even gets down to doing the dirty deed, apparently all this must come first:

• email
• The Amazon UK ranking of my book
• The Amazon US ranking of my book
• The sitemeter stats page for my book, my personal website and my blog
• My book’s page on Gardners, the UK book distributors, to see if the number has gone down
• Facebook Inbox
• My Facebook Wordscraper;  Lexulous and Scrabble games (more on that later)
• My Zoetrope online writing groups
• The WriteWords calls for submissions and jobs page
• email (again, it’s been a while)
• The Bookarazzi “bloggers with book deals” forum
• My blog, to look at the Blog Roll of blogs I follow and see if anyone’s posted a new blog post
• Duotrope’s What’s New page, just to check that the submissions I have sent out are still in the “haven’t been rejected yet even though they are sending out rejections” state.

Source: Branta, My Daily Writing Routine 2

Scrabble games, Amazon rating pages?

Ahem.

Even if this was my working routine, I’d frankly be too ashamed to admit it. [Correction: it's not far off and I'm frankly too ashamed to admit it...]

(Incidentally, I was also struck by the most horrible image of all my favourite authors logging on to book sites each morning, just to check their ‘rating’ & sales… Such a far cry from the humble pencil, paper & wooden desk… nevertheless, I digress… But can you just imagine JK sitting down with her morning coffee to peruse Harry’s success figures?? Sickening. Just sickening).

I’ve never been published, so I don’t perhaps understand the obligations (and thrill) of having a literary ‘child’ in the world to keep track of, but correct me if I’m wrong, but this seems like an awful lot to have to wade through before you sit down to lunch (or probably dinner, by the time you’ve pissed away enough time on email, book sales blah blah) with your muse…

And, I ask, how helpful can it possibly be to review your current book sales (apart from inflating your alter ego a notch) & to be constantly monitoring every long moment of your own progress? Surely there must exist some form of self protection against overly narcissistic tendencies – especially in a profession such as this… (then again, perhaps it’s an essential part of the process, otherwise we’d never write anything. This more than anything, made me afraid. What sort of person might I become if a published book befalls me?)

For people that supposedly love writing, we spend an awful lot of time avoiding it.

I ask, what is the solution here? Get rid of blogs, book sites and amazon? We are perhaps the first generation of writers to be afflicted with such a problem – for never before in society has technology been so rampant or invasive. As if we need more reasons not to write.

Perhaps the best answer I’ve found so far, is that of Iain Banks, who cleverly installed not one, but two computers in his office: one for email & the other strictly for word processing.

‘…so I don’t get distracted when I’m actually writing a book,’ he explains.

Then again, perhaps the solution could be saving ourselves some dosh and writing a list just like Ms Hershman’s – in the hope that pure shame and guilt will make us see the ugly bullet point error of our ways…

For all my brave words however, I’m quite sure that in a month’s time, when I start my CW Masters, I’ll be exactly the same: hopelessly addicted to the many traps of the internet (although luckily not a published book on amazon to have to contend with. Small mercies, small mercies).

Speaking of which. My facebook, email & blog stats haven’t been checked for at least 30 minutes – the time that it’s taken to write this.

Excuse me – gotta tend to my priorities.