So, you want to write a book.
Good for you, god knows we could do with some more of the things. 
But how does one go about becoming a writer, I am often asked?
Simples.

(Someone wrote that advert, which makes them more of a writer than you. Hush don’t think about it.)
How to be a writer
A crucial first step is to go round telling everyone you’re a writer. This immediately puts a lot of pressure on yourself to actually write something – I have a friend who has told all of her friends about the idea for my unwritten masterpiece and she periodically phones to assure me they’re all very excited about it and can’t wait to buy it at the shops. Also this often results in people telling you the Story of Their Life which you can then steal and use for your novel. Staying in a Bulgarian village once, I whimsically told the taxi driver I was a Writer and for days had locals coming over to the house in ones and twos to confide their innermost secrets…
Step two: Invest in a good black turtleneck.
Step three: Cover story. You will find, if you go round telling everyone you’re a writer that people will often promptly follow-up by asking ‘What is the novel about?’ Obviously don’t tell them what it’s actually about - for one thing they’ll almost certainly steal your ace plot-line about a parallel universe where everyone has spoons for hands – for another this is not the appropriate arena to bring out your little darlings. You will discover that trying earnestly to explain your metaphysical reflection on the human soul to Auntie Karen over the tray of cocktail sausages on sticks is about as excruciating as impaling said cocktail sticks into your eyeballs. Also of course, they don’t actually care. Unless you really do prove to be ‘the next JK Rowling’ or until they’ve actually read your book, your friends and family will show a polite but feigned interest and it’s not kind to persist. Instead come up with a one-word vaguely threatening response which does not invite further comment – my friend successfully condensed her’s down to ‘The Holocaust’, for example.
Step four: Try very hard not to physically flinch whenever people say ‘Ooh are you going to be the next JK Rowling?” If you find this difficult try pretending to choke on the cocktail sausages the moment you sense the words coming on. (What do you mean what’s with the cocktail sausages? I’m just trying to set the scene. Look it up, amateur.)

Step five: Employ drastic measures to stop yourself procrastinating. Demosthenes the Greek Orator used to shave off half his hair so that he couldn’t leave the house, for shame, while Victor Hugo would get his Valet to hide all his clothes so the couldn’t go out. (To be honest if I had a valet I’d just make them write the book for me). This is also useful in helping to cultivate the Myth which you will need when you go professional. You know the ‘I can only write on yellow paper with red margins while standing upside down in my bathtub blah blah blah’ my favourite was a writer who claimed that he always wrote poetry with his left hand and prose with his right, because the left side of the brain was more creative.
Anyway that stuff is all part of the package so you better get on board.
Step six: Damage limitation. Occasionally you may find yourself in a social situation where you are introduced to someone who also claims to be a ‘writer’. In this instance there can only be one winner. Ensure it is you by tipping your head slightly to one side and saying ‘How interesting, have you had anything published?’ If they say no, permit yourself a slight sneer and kindly steer the conversation away from the topic to protect their tender feelings. If they say yes, and you discover you’re actually chatting to Tea Obreht or a similar vomit-inducing wunderkind, then bow out gracefully and get the hell out of there. If it is an older less depressing hero/ine then by all means suck up – they can later be pursued to write the scintillating blurb on your debut novel.
And that my dears is How to Be a Writer. I’d love to hear any additional suggestions!
DISCLAIMER:
*You do actually have to write stuff occasionally. Ah now I ruined it didn’t I?
** I have nothing against Tea Obreht. Youngest woman to win the Orange Prize. Good on her, I say…




