“I read your new story”, a friend says, and my stomach clenches, while I paste a smiling, interested look on my face. What will she say? The choices run the gamut, from “It was nice.” (the kiss of death), to “Well, I didn’t really understand all of it; you’re so clever.”, all the way through “Have you checked out the ads on Craigslist lately?”
The phrases that sounded so clever when I concocted them, may have landed on an understanding and receptive ear, or they may have sailed in one and right out the other. Worse she may say, “I read your new story”, and then segue to a different topic, leaving me hanging, wondering, pathetically insecure and totally unable to ask, “Did you like it?”
A much more likely occurrence is receiving a comment from a total stranger which makes me think, “Yes, that’s exactly what I meant!” When writer, story and reader connect, there’s that moment of pure bliss, where it’s like I’m doing what I’ve always been meant to do. I’ve received what I think of as “stranger compliments” of such delicacy and perception, that they fill me with pure exhilaration. Sometimes a reader’s words shine new light on my own.
More and more lately, my response to the casual “How are you?” would be: “I’ve got the (computer) keys to the kingdom; I’ve made a friend of and teamed with my dragon (I retain Creative Control; the dragon gets an Associate Producer credit); I’ve become quite comfortable out there on that limb; and I’m eager to carry on my quest!” The short answer of course would be, “I feel like I’m flying!”
Does any of this sound familiar? I think about writing as I’m going to sleep, and run story ideas in my head till I blink out for the night. I wake up and love my kitties and smile, as I think of the rendezvous that awaits me at the pressing of a few keys, specially if I have a draft I’ve been polishing that’s almost ready to go. Now and then, I power down the computer so I can get things done. Then I turn it on again, only to check one thing, and I’m gone, until the phone rings or my stomach growls or the cats get bored.
I’m so far past denial I don’t even try anymore. Resistance is Futile. Surrender seems the obvious choice. So I’m giving in to my Muse and I’ll see where it leads. Expect me when you see me.
April 8, 2010 at 2:17 am
Does any of this sound familiar? Ohhhhhhh yes! Except that today, I’m feeling a little ‘suspended’, not quite able to settle into my writing and not quite willing to abandon it either.
I think it has something to do with my cat who has not come home in 2 days. The last time he did something like this was months and months ago. I didn’t realize how grounded he’s kept me. I’m trying not to worry but I do wonder where he is and when he’ll come home.
Meanwhile, I try to suck up as much reassurance as I can from this
” Write as if your life depended on it”.
No, it’s not the sense of ultimatum that I draw on but the sense of recognition that writing is really what I most want to do with my life.
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April 8, 2010 at 2:46 am
What a powerful quote. Is it your own or on loan? I’m going to make note of that. It’s so close to my own new philosophy. I knew I was going to learn something good today.
I will pray for your cat to come home. It is spring, maybe he’s in love. I’ll hold him in my thoughts and prayers. Good thing the Universe can sort out Thought Bubble Ten, PacificMelody and unnamed dog are.
“Write as if your life depended on it.” Thanks.
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April 8, 2010 at 5:14 am
Thank you for your prayers.
I’ve lived long enough to be quite certain that nothing I say or write is entirely mine though the illusion that it is can be momentarily compelling.
I’ll accept credit, if you wish to offer any, for remembering and recording that thought here but only on behalf of all those whose words and ideas are conveniently archived in my mind 🙂
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April 9, 2010 at 8:24 am
Glad I stumbled here via Blog catalog. The quote “write as if your life depended on it ” is a favorite of mine by Adrienne Rich.
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April 9, 2010 at 8:48 am
Thanks for the attribution. Isn’t that a wonderful use of eight little words? Glad you came by, too, thanks.
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April 9, 2010 at 6:03 pm
Thought Bubble Ten, any word?
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April 9, 2010 at 6:20 pm
No, not a meow.
A friend and I took a drive around calling out but no joy. Funny, just as I was typing this, he called to suggest I call the RSPCA which was something I’d thought of doing but dismissed because my boy always comes back to me and we’ve been around a bit (moving house I mean).
Thanks for asking. Appreciate it.
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April 10, 2010 at 2:14 am
hmm..
nice post my friend
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April 10, 2010 at 7:52 am
I’ve written sporadically through the years, never wanting to be consumed by it. Never wanting to be dependent on it for my sense of self or my happiness. I suppose that’s what attracts me to the aphorism. I don’t really need to invest a great deal of time or energy to it. It’s something I can do as I casually stroll through my life, mesmerized by the all the things I see and hear around me.
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April 11, 2010 at 12:58 am
np’s attitude is a great one to have.
For someone who didn’t know how to respect her writing or herself as a writer, allowing the desire to write to take over is sweet surrender.
(And in case you’re wondering, no, no mews yet)
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April 11, 2010 at 11:19 am
I remembered as soon as I had logged in. Where there’s hope, there’s life!
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April 11, 2010 at 8:22 pm
all of it sounds exactly right! so, so right!
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April 11, 2010 at 10:45 pm
“Does any of this sound familiar?”…substitute “painting” for “writing”….and yes =)
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April 15, 2010 at 10:36 am
hellow…This is my first visit
glad to be present here
nice blog..my friend
succesful!
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April 16, 2010 at 4:02 am
Nice post, makes me want to start writing again after a long pause. But times change and so are our priorities. Hope to be around more often as soon as I can. Thanks for inspiring me again.
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April 16, 2010 at 10:35 pm
What an honor. I don’t think I’ve ever inspired anyone before. I hope you start writing again soon. This is a great place to do it.
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April 17, 2010 at 9:06 pm
This is such an apt description for many of the feelings we writers experience, expecially when we say to ourselves “I’ll just check one thing”, and hours later … . You write very well.
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May 20, 2010 at 6:36 pm
“Yes, that’s exactly what I meant!” When writer, story and reader connect, there’s that moment of pure bliss, where it’s like I’m doing what I’ve always been meant to do.
* When you ask when I was going to write the next part of my story I didn’t completely realize what a compliment it was. Now I do. You live by your word ( copied above) and your words are wisdom mingled with youth and hope and beauty.
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May 20, 2010 at 11:40 pm
Thank you so much. What a beautiful and graceful compliment. I’m still very much in the learning process and enjoying it. I’m finding, too, that when I have something bothering me, I can lose myself in writing. Hours go by in a flash. And sometimes nothing happens, and I wander around checking out blogs, but that’s good too. That’s how I found you. Take care. Keep writing.
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