I have a really fun job, by a lot of people’s standards. I get to be around books all day; I get to play with kids; I get to sing and dance and make a fool of myself on a regular basis and have people applaud me for it (they’re usually about two years old and just like me because I’m bright and bouncy but meh, a clap is a clap). I have great workmates, good hours and, best of all, if I stuff up, nobody dies (we just get a huge pile of fairy books we can’t sell. Oops. What? The first one in the series was good!).
Anyway, despite all this, my Twitter status this morning was #Idratherbewriting. And it’s true. It doesn’t mean my job isn’t pretty cool. It just means that writing is what fires me. It’s what gets me up in the morning. It’s what I think about nearly 24/7 (which is why I asked you if you wanted a book to put your book in, instead of a bag. Sorry, Sir). I have characters talking to me at all sorts of inopportune moments (which is why I asked you “Can I hello?” instead of “Can I help you”?). Some days, I really, really, really don’t want to leave the house because I’m just on a roll, and I know if I leave my story will turn out really differently, just because I’m won’t be in that moment when I eventually get to work on it again.
My job has lots of writerly “perks”. I would never be able to afford all the books I buy if I didn’t have my generous discount. And I wouldn’t get the chance to chat to kids and teenagers on a daily basis about what THEY like in books. I wouldn’t be able to see every day what sells and what doesn’t and why. For a writer, working in a book shop is the perfect side job.
But, still, I’d rather be writing.
Other Writers Who Work (WWWs), how do you cope with having to “down tools” and go to work when you’re in the middle of a writing roll?