Every once in a while when I’m doing an interview, or maybe
filling out a bio sheet, this question crops up:
“When you’re not writing, what do you do?”
And I just laugh and laugh.
So what do I do
when I’m not writing? Let’s see . . . it’s been a while . . .
Well, I sleep. Okay, not much. Maybe four hours? Five?
Whatever length of time the dogs will let me.
And sometimes I dream. I dream plot lines. I dream about my
characters, about conversations they’ve had, about places they’ve gone and
things they’ve done. Sometimes I even have to get out of bed and write
something down so I won’t forget it by the time I wake up, because it’s really,
really good. That cuts into my sleep.
Wait. If I’m doing all that, then I’m writing.
Okay, I’m cooking. I have to cook eventually, because I have
to eat – eventually. I cook myself eggs. Most of the time I just fix fruit to
eat. Sometimes I get something frozen out of the freezer. Sometimes it’s the
meatloaf that one of my characters makes. Sometimes I cook something from one
of their recipes. And sometimes, while I’m cooking whatever it is, I think
about them, what they’d cook, who would be there with them, what they’d be
talking about.
And that means I’m still writing.
Well, what about this? I go to the store. The big store. You
know the one, the huge one that has everything. Correction: It has everything
if they’d just stock the shelves (my pet peeve). And I always take a list. If I
don’t take a list, there’s no point in me going to the store. It’s time wasted
because I come home with less than a quarter of the stuff on the list. While I’m
in the store, I’m watching all the time, watching for people who look like my
characters. This one’s got her eyes, that one’s got his hair, this one over
here has her lips. I see them everywhere. I also look at the products and try
to guess which ones they’d buy. Sometimes I see something in the clothing department
that I think one of them would look good in.
Nope. Writing then too.
Answering this question is harder than I thought. Maybe I go
to dinner with a friend – yeah, that’s something! We talk and laugh. I order a
bottle of wine, and I think about how one of my characters really likes wine. I
look at the menu and try to imagine what they’d order. While we’re having our
conversation, there’s another one going on in my head, and it’s begging to be
written down. Sometimes I even have trouble concentrating on the conversation
because I’m thinking of my characters and what they’re saying.
I guess that means I’m writing then too.
So let’s think about the other times of day. I’m in the
shower . . . Nope. They’re there too. How about when I’m driving to the mall?
They’re having an argument – out loud – and people at the intersection are
staring at me. Well, and then there’s the time I spend actually in my chair at
my desk, writing. That’s most of the rest of it.
I’m sitting here trying to think of a time during the day
that I’m not writing, and I can’t come up with a single one. Sitting on the
swing, out in the kayak, washing the car. Technically speaking, I’m writing at
all of those times.
And now, to answer the question: What are you doing when you’re
not writing? That’s obviously not as clear-cut as it seems it should be. The
question is still about what I’m doing when I’m not writing.
The answer is pretty simple. When I’m not writing I’m . . .
dead. Otherwise, I’m writing.