So it’s official. According to a YouGov poll, writers have the most desirable job in the country.
Are we surprised? Of course not. Many of us have wanted to be a writer since we could spell it. It’s in our DNA. We have stories flying around in our heads the whole time, distracting us, and we cannot rest until we get them down on paper. Our favourite characters are our best friends. We know that there is nothing, nothing, as wonderful as getting an email from a reader of one of our books, who says it changed her life.
It’s not necessarily the most sensible job in the world. Or the best paid. There are no guarantees that our next masterpiece will be loved, or even noticed. We spend far too much time procrastinating and drinking tea. We get writers’ block. Sometimes (often) we hate what we’ve just written. We convince ourselves we can’t do it. But we’re writers, so we get on and do it anyway.
Sometimes it’s amazing. I’ve had a tricky week so far. I’m not sure I’ve written anything that will make it to the final draft, but I’ve been living (in my head) in a crumbling mansion in the North of England, surrounded by hot boys with guitars and fancy dress clothes.
I’ve been inspired by pictures like this, taken by one of my favourite fashion photographers, Tim Walker, in a house that has partly inspired the setting for my latest book. Checking out these pictures on Pinterest is Part of my Job. So is going to the cinema and seeing the latest films. So was my trip to the Victoria and Albert Museum last weekend. So was listening to this track by the Stone Roses.
The best job in the world? Probably.