No God, Only a Writer

No God, Only a Writer
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A Balance
I wrote so late into Thursday night during my marathon launch into my new crime novel, that I didn’t think I would make it to the coffee shop yesterday morning to continue work on my London chapbook. But I did.

I must say, the contrast between writing fiction, particularly crime, then shifting into poetry mode provides for a nice balance between the two. It allows me to keep writing and being creative without losing the flow between either. It’s a nice place to be.

This is especially true when writing something more violent or dark. An act of violence can always be tempered with some silly poems for kids; the more extreme the crime, the more silly my poems seem to be.

I went for a couple of pints after the day job. It was a colleague’s birthday so I used that as an excuse to sink my first lagers since London. Nice. Of course, it was in Clark’s, a pub of memories, great beer and with a literary background too.

Only a Writer
Back home in the evening and work on GATECRASH continued. A couple more thousand words down, and the satisfaction that I kept the ball rolling after some beer and a mammoth run out the night before.

I’m afraid to say that none of this is down to any God of any religion. The only thing that makes a writer sit down and write is their own free will. I have plenty of that. The worst thing that can happen to a writer in my experience, is that procrastination becomes a habit. A writer can only overcome this by sheer hard work. Praying, is not enough.

To today, and I have been up since the crack of dawn. I was called out for my day job at an ungodly hour and finished up at around half past eight. No point in going back to bed then, so I started to work. I’ll take what I’ve been working on up to a coffee shop this morning—once I’ve written this blog as it happens—and move forward with the chapbook.

Later this afternoon, I may be nipping out to see a band, maybe even two bands, playing on the south side of Edinburgh. That will inevitably involve beer but one of them is an outdoor gig so it is entirely weather dependent.

To the page then, and may I quote Mr Dave Allen when I wish you all a great Saturday, and I hope that your God goes with you.

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About Colin Galbraith

Thriller author, music fan, St Mirren fan, fluff chucker, rabbit tamer, outstanding fake faller. Loves cannoli.
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