Richard Wright

author of strange, dark fictions


Notes from Life and Stories

July 20, 2011 by Richard Wright in Journal, Life

DeskFired up with enthusiasm after a week away, I’ve returned and realised that my time had become truncated to the point of exhaustion. My days so far this week have read:

6:00 – 7:00 am: Try and get up to exercise (mixed results).

8:00 – 17:00: Day job, and subsequent recovery.

17:00 – 18:00: Writing.

18:00 – 19:30: Cooking.

19:30 – 20:00: Eating the cooking.

20:00 – 20:45: Writing.

20:45 – 21:15: Putting kid to bed, and finding out why Danny is the Champion of the World.

21:15 – 22:00: Writing.

22:00 – 22:30: Try and relax with lady, television, book, or any combination of the three.

23:30 – ??:??: Worry about not having done enough writing, and do writing.


All times are approximate. It’s a schedule that’s borne more though desperate disorganisation than organisation, despite how scheduled it all looks when written down. I feel like I’m bouncing from one thing to another without leaving myself room to breathe. The aspiration is there though, so if I keep tweaking, I hope I’ll find something that works a bit easier.

Here’s where I’m at with the long works I’m writing:

In the December book, a meal with sinister implications has just taken place, and I’ve jumped forward thirty odd years to a prologue in 1862, which I didn’t feel I could write when I began the novel, but now feel that I can.

In the rewrite of an existing manuscript, Facebook now exists, where it didn’t before. So do other things. Squeezing them in means revising more than planned.

In the Goa novella, the influence of Steve Jobs is all around, and I’m making up too many technological advances on the fly. Research for credibility will have to happen at some point.

I’ve also become a tea drinker. I used to drink tea, when I was young. Then I discovered the power and effectiveness of black coffee. That was me set for for the next 15 years. Recently though, I’ve discovered the soothing pleasure of Early Grey, which is a glorious thing. I sometimes drink Green Tea too. It’s absolutely foul. In India, land of tea, they sell it in versions that usually mix lemon or mint through it. That’s how foul Green Tea is. On the other hand, I’m led to believe that it makes you functionally immortal, which is nice.

Right. Time to get the dinner on.

Also, I think I’ll download the new Mac OS while I’m gone. It looks shiny.

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