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‘Pursuing a writing career in spare time can feel constrained—like paddling in a kiddie pool when you could be crossing the ocean’

Pursuing a writing career in spare time can feel constrained—like paddling in a kiddie pool when you could be crossing the ocean

Kelly Robson on the dream of writing full time

“To rise through the stack of the past”

Most of what calls itself contemporary is built, whether it knows it or not, out of a desire to be liked. It is created in imitation of what already exists and is already admired. There is, in other words, nothing new about it. To be contemporary is to rise through the stack of the past, like the fire through the mountain. Only a heat so deeply and intelligently born can carry a new idea into the air.

A Poetry Handbook, Mary Oliver

“There’s no magic to it…”

The point, the bit I live for, is the rare moment of satisfaction when a smell or a quality of sadness comes into perfect verbal focus. That’s how my family know the day has gone well: I have a lightness which comes from the absence of panic, the knowledge that, for once, I did what I’m best at doing.

I was much relieved to realise that the first paragraph of Charlotte Mendelson’s ‘My Writing Day’ entry for the Guardian was a wind-up. On the other hand, the final paragraph, quoted above, feels perfectly genuine.

My micro life: 10:42pm, 12 April 2016

Chris Miles can currently be seen in the middle distance of the little-known Hieronymous Bosch triptych ‘Waiting for the 86 tram’.

My micro life: 6:35pm, 9 April 2016

My favourite light and appetising pop star is Peter Entrée.

My micro life: 9:09pm, 24 March 2016

I reckon even George Clooney forgets he was once Batman.

My micro life: 9:52pm, 23 March 2016

I have reluctantly accepted that I’ve reached a stage in my life in which I no longer know what different iPads there are.

My micro life: 10:25pm, 18 March 2016

I have, in the course of this evening, been forced — by circumstances beyond my control — to broaden my definition of ‘chocolate’.

My micro life: 1:05pm, 16 March 2016

My favourite column in ‘Mermaid’s Weekly’ is ‘Mere Mermale’.

My micro life: 9:46am, 10 March 2016

‘Sound of Kubaz informant notifying Empire of presence of droids at Mos Eisley’ has become my signature morning fart.

My micro life: 9:25am, 7 March 2016

Decided not to run for the train so as to spare its passengers from being in close quarters with a hyperventilating man-shaped blancmange.

My micro life: 10:51am, 5 March 2016

It’s muggier out there than the mug showfloor at Muggy Meg ‘Crazy For Mugs’ Muggleton’s Mug Emporium.

My micro life: 9:50am, 4 March 2016

Always the bridesmaid, never the brideshousekeeper.

My micro life: 9:28am, 3 March 2016

Wanted to cross the road before the green signal but there was a guide dog in training next to me and I didn’t want to give it bad habits.

My micro life: 3:56pm, 2 March 2016

This oil bath* is going to feel so good. (* water shower)

My micro life: 4:51pm, 22 February 2016

Just saw a golfer employing the services of a self-propelling buggy. Just removing literally the only strenuous part of golfing there.

My micro life: 2:14pm, 19 February 2016

I wish I’d remembered, prior to going in for a big cuddle with him, that my dog had earlier today enjoyed a bit of a nosh on some chunder.

My micro life: 9:27am, 18 February 2016

It’s almost as though with each release of Internet Explorer the team at Microsoft reads a different 62% of the current CSS specification.

A non-exhaustive list of my problematic Daves

  • Dave Chauvinist
  • Dave Animal Cruelty
  • Dave Gun Lobbyist

My micro life: 8:45pm, 20 January 2016

From an earnest business conversation overheard on the 86 tram: “There are many ice-cream tribes in the ice-cream universe.”