Simple Observations on a Sunday Afternoon

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As I came to this post, so many ideas swirled in my brain. The opposite of the standard writer dilemma—not what to write about, but which. Yesterday’s March for Truth through the historic district in my little town. The latest tragedy, this time in London. The simplicity of planting flowers and vegetables and herbs. The passing of a friend’s beloved cat and the reality of grief. The serendipity of finding just the right table (free!) to solve a cluster of storage/decorating challenges. My twentieth anniversary as a full-time independent contractor. The stress of facing bill-paying with more receivables than received.

In the end, I went with the simplest notion of all, one that can never steer a writer wrong: pay attention. The Zen folks speak of the importance of consciousness, of being present. Zen or not, writer or not, noticing what’s around us is important. It can ground Continue reading

Memorial Day

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My father served in the Marine Corps, as did his brothers and my mother’s father. By the time I was six, I knew the words to the Marines’ Hymn. When I was growing up, Dad always took us to the Memorial Day parade in town. We had our regular spot at the stone wall where the parade made its turn from Ridgefield Road into the cemetery where the service of remembrance was held. At the conclusion of the service, everyone stood in silence while the mournful notes of “Taps” floated through the still New England air, first from the trumpet player at the cemetery and then echoed by another unseen, at a distance. Continue reading

Musings on Solitude

 

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Solitude: a state or situation in which you are alone usually because you want to be. (Source: Merriam-Webster online dictionary)

A writer’s life is, by definition, solitary. Even those who live with spouses, children, and menageries need to take time apart to write. A few years ago, I attended at talk at R. J. Julia Booksellers by Nichole Bernier, author of The Unfinished Work of Elizabeth D. and the mother of five children. She described how she would retreat to the attic to write and how her husband (who, I suspect, may be up for canonization) periodically sent her off to a hotel for a writing weekend while he stayed home with the kids.

Some writers leave home each day because they have day jobs. Poet Wallace Stevens worked as an attorney at a Hartford-based insurance company. Anthony Trollope famously wrote for three hours every morning before heading off to his job at the Post Office where he introduced the red pillar boxes still seen all over Britain. Whether they adored their coworkers or spent the workday waiting for the moment when they could scurry home to peace and quiet, I don’t know. Continue reading

Writing from Real Life

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Write what you know.

It’s one of the first things writers hear. While we could spend hours debating the merits of this precept, one particular aspect is currently on my mind:

Is it okay to write what I know when what I know is from somebody else’s life?

Recently, a man I know – let’s call him Fred – posted on social media about a situation he and his significant other – we’ll call her Emily – are dealing with – we’ll call it The Event. The Event is Emily’s problem, and it’s not going to be resolved any time soon. Because she’s in a relationship with Fred, he’s being kind and supportive. So far, so good. Continue reading

About First Steps

 

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First steps are daunting. Setting up this website brought me face to face with my well-documented technological inadequacies. For example, as an inept website administrator, I once eradicated the entire member list from a board by hitting “refresh” when I shouldn’t have. Never being one to do things halfway, I managed to time my slip-up perfectly, the fateful click occurring the night before Thanksgiving. No one—not even the site’s administrators—could get in to fix my glitch, and most of our host’s tech support team were taking the holiday weekend off. For years afterward, the biggest threat I could wield was, “If you people don’t behave, I’m going to log in as an admin and do something!” And now I’m setting up a website. Daunting? You’d better believe it.

First steps require preparation. Research is key. You need to know what you know and what you don’t know. Even if you’re surrounded by friends and family who don’t know any more about your new project than you do, fear not: the internet is home to more than just cat videos. Whether you’re launching a blog or applying to law school or making boeuf bourguignon, someone in cyberspace can give you a few pointers, and maybe even a little encouragement to boot.

First steps can be scary. Especially when they might cost you. Making declarations means giving up a portion of your anonymity. Saying, “I’m going to lose fifty pounds” or “I’m writing a book” or “I’m going to run a marathon” means that people will be watching. Some will be cheering you on, while others will be waiting for you to fail. People of a certain age remember the opening credits to “ABC’s Wide World of Sports”: we don’t remember who the “thrill of victory” athletes were, but we all remember the skier who personified the agony of defeat.

First steps can be too easy to postpone. Unless there’s an external deadline, what’s the harm in waiting, right? Except that putting your dream on the back burner can become a habit, something that you’ll get around to someday, and you end up never getting to it at all. As Anne Lamott warns, that will break your heart.

First steps are essential. Obviously. You can’t move on until you take the first step.

First steps can be exhilarating. Even if everything doesn’t work like clockwork the first time, you still did it. In that moment, everything seems possible. Writers know this: there’s nothing like clicking “submit” when you send out that first story.

After that first step, there’s no telling what might follow. Stay tuned.