Monday, 8 February 2010

Running in unflattering trousers

The publication of my new book, How To Be Married, is almost upon us! It's in all good bookshops, March 4th. Please read it and let me know what you think, but only if you love it, obviously.

I find the publication of a new novel terrifying - will anyone buy it? Like it? - so partly to keep my mind off the whole business I've started running. Last week I was overtaken by a toddler and he wasn't even on a scooter so things can only improve. But I'm looking forward to shifting a few pounds, lifting bottom, feeling less fuzzy headed, speeding up my daily word count etc. Hmmm. Some way to go, obviously.

Am not the first to observe this - Huruki Murukami got there first - but there are many parallels between running and writing. The idea of going running, especially in foul winter weather - see outside - is usually far worse than the reality. Much the same with starting a novel, or even a day's writing when the micro-climate in your head is cloudy, with strong south easterly winds and rain expected later. It's the first few steps that are real killers, and then gradually, painfully you get into your stride, and before you know it you've done a circuit of the park or 1000 words. Personally I much prefer writing. At least you don't have to wear unflattering running trousers to write. (Mine are bad, really bad.) No one can see you either. Very important that, especially when you're beaten by a toddler.

Hope you're keeping well.

Best wishes, Polly xxx