Originally Published on OpEdNews
Welcome back for the second half of my interview with Toronto-based author, Robert Rotenberg. S o, you've actually been writing Old City Hall since 1999. Did you write, rewrite, and rewrite some more? And, despite your friend Doug's advice, it doesn't sound like you gave up your law practice to write full-time. So, how have you juggled all the disparate pieces of your life?
It's 4:58 a.m. An appropriate time to answer this.
Five in the morning has been my friend for more years than I can remember. I'm here in my usual position on the corner of the downstairs couch, my feet up on the ottoman, a blanket around my shoulders and my little dog Fudge in position by my side. On a good day - when I manage to avoid getting the newspaper from the front porch and looking at the sports section - I can get in about two hours before the kids are up. It takes me about half an hour to make a fruit smoothie for breakfast, make their lunches and make my wife her coffee. (Guys hate me for that).
Writing is like exercise. You have to keep at it. Every day. So I have a daily writing strategy. Say I'm not in court, but have a few client interviews. Then, I leave a two-hour gap - never at lunch time. There's a little sushi place near my office with nice little booths and plugs in case my battery is low. And they leave me alone. I'll duck in there at two o'clock. Or I'm going to do a guilty plea in a very busy court, I'll be sure to print out a few chapters to edit, and bring at least two red pens. Then there's always the backed-up courts. I've got hundreds of hours of writing and editing done sitting in the back row of courts - never, ever when I'm with a client for a trial, but there are so many appearances for other court matters that take much too long. Always, always bring homework. Unless I'm in a big trial (last murder trial I did, I didn't write for four months) I can almost always carve out an hour or two during the day.
At night, with three kids, there's almost always some type of kid's program. Great stuff. I have written in: skating rinks (watching with one eye both hockey and figure skating), public pools for swim classes, tennis bubbles, dance classes. Best of all, now that they're older, my kids do things like hip hop classes, acting classes, climbing classes, where I drop them off and head to the closest coffee shop.
The point is, most days I can get in two or three hours, more if I'm lucky. But the more important point is rule number one: never write at a cost to my family or my clients. In fact, the thing I'm proudest about is the lessons that it's taught my children. That every morning when they come downstairs, there's dad on the sofa, typing away, and the moment he sees them, the laptop goes off. They see that nothing comes easy. That it's work. But that they're more important.
And of course, now that they are getting older, they see an opportunity in all this. Last year my oldest son Peter, living the full teenager rock-and-roll life, discovered a band he loved. "Hey dad," Mr. Charming said to me one day, his green eyes twinkling. "How do you feel about taking me and Dave and Dene to a Wintersleep concert?" Upon moderate cross-examination I learned the following facts: the concert was in Hamilton, about an hour away. It started at eleven o'clock and would end 'about' two (read: three, if you're lucky). Before I could protest, he said: "Dad, you'll love it. You can write for four hours!"