A very light list this week; I'm trying to finish a rough draft of something and have reached that stage of semi-productivivity whereby the hours of sitting uncomfortably, staring out the window, wondering why I can't focus my eyes on the screen, are punctuated every so often by an hour of good, solid work which seems to make the idleness and frustration worth it. But really, who am I kidding: I've mainly been watching Wimbledon, which (at times) is poetry enough. Anyway, two interviews:
- Rebecca Solnit profiled by Susanna Rustin in the Guardian:
For 25 years, Solnit has supported herself as, what her website styles, an "independent writer", unattached to any magazine or university and without a salary. She laughs as she says she is thinking of throwing a party to mark the anniversary. "In the early days I would measure my success by how many weeks or months it was since I had to do office temp work, and then the office temp work fell by the wayside. I was always making a very modest income, but I was thrilled to be doing the work – or thrilled when I wasn't cursing under my breath. But I would end by saying, 'These are the problems I wanted to have. If your editor is driving you nuts, then you have an editor and you're being published.'"
- Leanne Shapton interviewed by Kate Kellaway in the Guardian:
The ex has the power of Daphne du Maurier's Rebecca – a woman you could never be. Even now, I am not entirely over my jealousies, but the book has helped me laugh at them.
Bit old, this, and quite short, but I have such a crush on Leanne Shapton, I couldn't resist.