I’ve said this to you before but if you don’t remember, it’s fine: just ask anyone I’ve ever passed on the street because I’ve told them this too. The sole way I have of guessing whether my work is any good is if I’m asked back to do it again.<\/p>\n
And I think this might be very male of me but usually I also track the details, the minutiae of what I’m doing. Except for one thing: word counts.<\/p>\n
I’m rubbish at this bit, I cannot now remember how I worked this out but I am certain that I’ve had over four million words published. I’m less certain but pretty sure that I’m on the way to five million. Half a billion words published.<\/p>\n
Good or bad, that’s a career.<\/p>\n
Only, there is a number that I know for absolute, documented fact because I absolutely document it every time it happens. It’s now five years since I was made redundant from Radio Times (I’ve been freelance since 1996 but RT put me on staff for a couple of days a week) and shortly after that, I was asked to speak at a festival. Five years, 1996, two days, these aren’t the numbers I track.<\/p>\n
Instead, for some reason \u2013\u00a0and who knows why \u2013 I made a note of that festival and I gave it a number. I mean, I was delighted to be asked and I had a great time, but I don’t know why I gave it the number 1. I mean, Steph Vidal-Hall of PowWow LitFest interviewed me and even in the middle of answering questions I was admiring how deftly she was steering me the way she wanted, but I didn’t expect there to be a number 2.<\/p>\n
There was.<\/p>\n
From that first public speaking gig, I’ve talked at a lot of festivals, I’ve run very many workshops, I’ve been in schools, universities and prisons. Radio. Television, a bit.<\/p>\n
So there was a number 2, there was a number 3 and last week there was number 408.<\/p>\n
That’s an average of one and a half speaking gigs per week since I left Radio Times. <\/p>\n
I was thinking that I’d tell you something useful I’d learned over those 408. I’m not sure I can say anything you don’t already know, though, so my mind’s gone on to how I’ve now mentioned Radio Times to you three times.<\/p>\n
It is true that leaving RT was a blow.<\/p>\n
It was worse than it sounds, too, because I didn’t just lose whatever it was, two or three days of staff work, I also lost all my freelancing with them. (Almost all: I still write the odd radio review them, even now. I was asked back once to work on a Radio Times book: that was a blast.)<\/p>\n
I think at the time I left I was doing three different things, being on staff for the RT website, freelancing for the magazine and, er, something else. Maybe freelancing for the site. I don’t know. But it was typically the equivalent of eight days work per week, so Radio Times was a big deal.<\/p>\n
Plus it’s Radio Times and I have adored that magazine all my life. Seriously, everyone should get chance to dip into their archives: I have had such bliss researching television history in those.<\/p>\n
You’re aware that there are only seven days in a week, you’ve spotted that, so you can also see that there was no time for any other work than RT. Somehow that wasn’t true, I wrote my first book while I was still there.<\/p>\n
It’s just that since I left, I’ve written or co-written another 17 books. Now I can’t figure out how I fitted RT in.<\/p>\n
And yet you know this to be true: clearly I think about Radio Times, clearly I miss it, clearly leaving was such a big deal that it is part of me.<\/p>\n
Not so much.<\/p>\n
I feel bad saying this now because working on RT did mean the world to me, working with those people was tremendous, but it’s all on my mind now for another reason entirely.<\/p>\n
It’s that when I left I popped the date into my calendar and for some reason marked it to repeat annually. <\/p>\n
This date popped up on my screen the other day. I batted the notification away and carried on writing the script I was working on, but it obviously went into my head.<\/p>\n
So I had wanted to give you some life lesson about presenting 408 times. Then I wanted to give you some kind of life lesson about how gigantic, shocking, startling, disappointing change can be fantastic. <\/p>\n
But instead I’m just going to say you shouldn’t be so daft as to put reminders in your calendar for events that happened a lifetime ago.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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