Writing prose has always been a passion of mine, but when people talk about giving up their day jobs, I cringe. I’ve been there, briefly, and it didn’t work for me. I love having a job. A place to go in the morning, people to engage with, a community to serve, and a time in which my desire to go home and write can burn brighter and stronger for when I finally get the chance, come the end of the day. It makes for a busy schedule, yes, but you’ve got to interpret life as a writer and I just don’t see how you can do that if you spend too much time away from it. I’ve also been an editor and script doctor in my time, and the number of screenplays I read that are about writers writing screenplays nearly drove me crazy. Films and books about the industry exist. It’s been done and done exceedingly well.about killer Writing prose has always been a passion of mine, but when people talk about giving up their day jobs, I cringe. I’ve been there, briefly, and it didn’t work for me. I love having a job. A place to go in the morning, people to engage with, a community to serve, and a time in which my desire to go home and write can burn brighter and stronger for when I finally get the chance, come the end of the day. It makes for a busy schedule, yes, but you’ve got to interpret life as a writer and I just don’t see how you can do that if you spend too much time away from it. I’ve also been an editor and script doctor in my time, and the number of screenplays I read that are about writers writing screenplays nearly drove me crazy. Films and books about the industry exist. It’s been done and done exceedingly well. Like movies about killer sharks, there is nothing to add to it. It’s done and over for the rest of us. We have to find our stories elsewhere – in history books, in everyday activities like standing and in experiencing what happens when we throw ourselves out there.
I’m sometimes asked what my advice to young writers is and it never changes – live. Date that person. Tell them what you want to do with them. In graphic detail. Go on that road trip. Go on that holiday. Get lost. Get found. Get active. Join that sporting club. Go camping. Hate it. Love it. Whatever. Nothing great ever happened by sitting still – penicillin excepted. Participate in community activities. I’ve upset my mother again this year because instead of spending Good Friday relaxing with family, I’ll be on a fire truck collecting donation from the neighbourhood for the Royal Children’s Hospital. I’m going to see faces both dismissive and open, ugly and beautiful, charitable by nature and fed up with being asked. I’m going to subject myself to a world of inspiration and do a fantastic deed while I’m at it. Get out there. Open those flood gates and let life pour over you. There is such a lot of world to find, as they sung in Moon River.
I’m studying to get my teaching qualifications, and next year I want to commence my PhD in literature. I’ll find the time to keep writing, you can bet, and you will too. You won’t be able to help yourself.

Happy adventuring.
Max