Describe your writing practice?
For almost all of my 34 years, I thought I might be an incurable night owl. I was most productive in the evening and couldn’t rise early no matter how hard I tried. Breakfast, to me, was a time as alien as the paleolithic. Then, without warning, 2020 happened and I found myself rising inexplicably at 5.30am or 6am. No rhyme or reason, though I suspect it was stress as I juggled the busiest year of my life. I was writing the manuscript for My Year of Living Vulnerably in the early hours before switching to my day job and working on The Saturday Paper news features during the day. I would still do a little work in the evenings, especially reading or thinking, but mostly this freed me up to devote that time to cooking and relaxing with a television series. Weekends didn’t change this formula much except that I would spend more time on the book and, usually, take the late afternoons and evenings off to recharge.
This is the most organised my writing routine has ever been and, honestly, I hope it stays because I have found the morning writing sessions quite productive and lovely. That said, there have always and will always be weeks or entire months where I am squeezing in writing wherever I can do it. Recent examples include filing an opinion column from a train in between a meeting in the city regarding a book award for which I am a judge and returning home to conduct an interview for a feature piece. I also filed a news story in Newcastle on the way to Queensland for the summer holiday and pulled over at a rest park somewhere north of Coffs Harbour to complete the edits. This is increasingly the new normal.
As it happens, I am pathologically incapable of reading my writing back to myself before sending it to my editor or publisher. It is the same in journalism and in my book-writing. I wrote the final word in my latest manuscript and immediately send it to the publisher without reading back through the 90,000 words or so. My friends were mortified. It’s a terrible habit and not one I necessarily recommend, but I think it mostly works because of the way I write which is, often, very slowly. I write this way because I need every sentence to be as I want it before I move on to the next. Others might fly through a first draft in the knowledge that the edits will come and they will have time to finesse and work on the details but, sadly, I just cannot work this way. In this sense, I suppose, I edit each sentence as I go but never return until I am made to by a sub-editor of book editor. For most of my life I have been a ‘first draft is the best draft’ kind of person and, still, this is largely true. It is hard enough for me, as it is, to hand over anything I have written to an editor or really any other human being. The process can be slow, but my foundational fear of being caught out as a fraud sometimes delivers a good product.
I am pathologically incapable of reading my writing back to myself before sending it to my editor or publisher…It is a terrible habit and not one I necessarily recommend.
You might think this would make me something of a planner in my writing; figuring out what I will say and how I will get there. Not so. I just sit down and write. The discovery of what I really want to say often comes out on the page with no prior forethought, or so it seems. Still, with my most recent book, I found myself doing just as much general thinking and mind-wandering as I did writing. It was a state of affairs I found somewhat embarrassing, especially when home visiting my mum Deb, because no one in any generation of her family or my father’s had ever considered that work could or should be done in the head. It was a thing for the hands only. In that way it felt awkward as I navigated this new territory. Whether it is in my reporting or my writing generally, I start with the kernel of a truth or sentiment and work my way out from there. Not necessarily in chronological order, or according to a structure decided on in advance, but just as the words form. The only exception to this is with both my Dirt book and the latest on vulnerability where I had the work split into chapters and knew what each chapter’s theme would be. Touch, masculinity, the self, class and so on. Just a word. I wrote from that beginning.
Has your writing practice changed over the years? If so, how?
I write more now than I ever have before. It is definitely a process that is much more disciplined than the meandering, nebulous approach I took in my early adult life. But this is as much about being established, with projects and contracts on which to deliver, as it is about being a better practitioner. Without a pressing deadline, I am still a fairly poor self-starter.
How do you encourage inspiration to strike?
Related to the above, writers’ block seems to hit when I don’t have an approaching deadline. For me at least, this is a condition that springs from my sense that I am not good enough. The block comes because I doubt my own work and am unable to continue with it. The only force powerful enough to override this pervasive sense of inadequacy is an oncoming deadline; the fear that I might disappoint an editor or boss by turning in nothing at all. Look, I never said it was a particularly healthy way to work but this consistent tension does eventually deliver.
In this regard, the best advice I ever received was annoyingly simple. You can’t edit nothing. By extension, you can’t be a writer if you don’t write. It’s like telling people you’re a chess grandmaster who has only ever played Connect Four. Play the game. Of course, this feels more like a philosophical urging than a concrete strategy to overcome keyboard paralysis and I often grow contemptuous of it myself. I contain multitudes! When truly stuck, I find reading helps to remind us of what is possible in the written form. Have a break, go for a walk. Make a coffee. Take a shower. Even if you’re not thinking about it your brain is doing the work. On the most pleasant days, you may find the solution bubbling up to the surface of your consciousness like flotsam in the surf.
Or, you know, just quit! Move to Tunisia. Breed chickens. Sever all contact with the people who knew you in the life you left behind; the one where you failed. They must never know your secret.
My Year of Living Vulnerably is available from 17 March at your local independent bookseller. Rick will be appearing at online and in-person events to launch the book: for details visit rickmorton.com.au/appearances.
Want to work one-on-one with Rick (or our five other mentors) on your own writing project? Applications are open for the KYD Mentors Program until 5pm AEDT 26 March.


