I’m a sucker for author interviews, whether in written form or on podcasts. So, I’m sure, are most aspiring authors: it’s probably the most enjoyable way to put off actually writing. Never mind that after a point there’s not much new you can expect from them. The questions are predictable. Where do you write? What’s your writing desk like? How many hours a day do you write? When did you know you wanted to be a writer? The answers range from the banal to the philosophical. Writers give florid descriptions—almost like they’re writing the menu for a posh restaurant—of the tea or coffee they must have before they sit down. They talk about the bric-a-brac that surrounds them as they write, the curios they inherited or picked up on their travels to glamorous locations. They talk of noise-cancelling headphones, of their favourite white noise apps, of the coffee shops they like to write in when they need a change of scene. They take care to mention the kinds of paper they write on, or the type of computer and word processor they use.
I realise I sound cynical. Actually, I admire most of these people. Because they actually write; they’ve done the hard yards. Most of all, they’ve taken the most important step for a writer: letting their work out into the world.
So reading their interviews reminds you that it can be done. It’s also a replacement for having a circle of fellow writers you can talk to—which, in these times of atomised living, many of us don’t take the time to cultivate. Sometimes you just need to get in the mood to write. You need to listen to the voice of someone who cares about this business of putting words to paper even when most of the world doesn’t give a damn. Sometimes you’re looking for a little detail that you can identify with, that inspires you. The most encouraging interview I’ve listened to of late is one of the short story writer Wendy Erskine on Hattie Crisell’s podcast. Erskine is a school teacher, and if I remember right, taught for twenty-five years before her first book came out. What a relief to hear that: there’s still hope for the late bloomers among us.
You may also learn something by osmosis. Here’s how a book from the 1970s put it (writing on writing is as old as the hills). The writer is Ralph Daigh, a publishing executive, and the book is titled Maybe You Should Write a Book. I picked it up in a second-hand bookshop in Hyderabad some sixteen years ago, and keep returning to it (even after I have Written a Book). Daigh writes: “…it is not possible to teach writing successfully, yet it is possible for one author to aid another by indirection and example. In this way your style of writing and even your thinking may be influenced by authors you have read widely and admired or disliked. This is all to the good, but you don’t receive a profit from having instructions, truisms, and axioms crammed into your cranium.”