How I Write
By Chris Hammer
In my pajamas, surrounded by notes and files and printed manuscript pages red-lined for rewrites and spilling over, this is how I write. Be it a book I am ghostwriting or one of my own, my office space is unkempt with little piles of pages stacked and scraps of notes scattered in part because I am a lousy housekeeper and maybe, I like to think, in greater part because the mess that abounds upon my desk, and a semi-circle two foot area around, is testament to my creative genius.
I used to think writing, or more aptly the life of a writer, was glamorous. A whirlwind of luncheons, never merely lunch, with my publisher who would be unfailing in his adoration for my latest brilliant work. He would, naturally, send a limousine to retrieve me from my posh home somewhere in the New England countryside and whisk me to our meeting at one of Manhattan’s A-List restaurants where we would discuss my latest work in between the occasional admirer stopping at our table to say “hello” and tell me how much they had enjoyed my most recent bestseller.
Evenings, naturally, were a whirlwind of social calls and events with others of the same ilk and talent lounging in the glow of our latest success over martinis.
To say the reality of writing was a disappointment would be an understatement.
If writing were easy we would all be doing it. Yes, I dare say that is true. Of all the jobs I have held none has proved more challenging, both to my ability and to my ego, than writing.
Although I will say I no longer require an alarm clock because I no longer have the luxury of sleep. I am up before the sun, dragging my ass out of bed after what is only a handful of hours after getting into it, and pulling on my robe, wrong side out, I stuff my feet into my slippers and I stumble bleary-eyed into the kitchen where I reheat the remnants of what is left in the coffee pot, basically two day old grinds and pour it into any cup that looks halfway clean.
Wandering down the hall of my tiny cluttered apartment, far removed from the New England countryside, I shuffle in the general direction of my office mentally kicking myself for not divorcing better and turning on the little desk lamp the brightness jolts me awake forcing my attention to the job at hand.
After a few minutes wait for the computer to come alive I access my e-mail to read my editor’s latest criticisms of my latest work of brilliance.
I curse him under my breath, not for his comments but for his being right and I take to rewriting my writing which takes longer than it took to write it the first time. I expect no reward, no words of praise for this from my editor. I am a writer, he will remind me, and in that I suspect is to be found its own reward.
I take pause long enough to feed the cats, who are now yowling because breakfast, theirs not mine as I have discovered writers do not eat, is thirty minutes late and their boxes need to be cleaned and then the dog is up and we go out and an hour later they are all back in their appointed beds and I am back in my office.
I am still in my pajamas – I am a writer and that is how I write.
About the author:
A journalism major in college, Chris started out as assistant to the director of a private finance company before leaving that firm to start her own corporate services company which specialized in debt management, reorganization and restructuring. But her passion for writing eventually led her to turn the reins of her company over to her brother and she began her foray into the publishing world. While pursuing her own personal writing projects, finally signing with an independent publisher based in the UK, Chris has ghosted several books in both the fiction and non-fiction genres. A visually impaired woman she has learned how to turn a disability into an advantage and took that drive a step further in starting a charity for unwanted animals abandoned due to their own special needs. It is that same energy, enthusiasm and passion which Chris brings to all her writing projects making her a popular novelist and highly sought after ghostwriter. Her website is www.irvinghouse.org
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