write on wednesday … before I write tonite …
September 10, 2008 § 5 Comments
It’s Becca. It’s Wednesday!
So here we go with one of her thoughtful and stirring prompts.
1) By moving. Through movement. (walking, flying, in the car (as a passenger))
Moving through space.
Moving hand holding pen across the page, with faith.
Moving fingers over the keys (cool sound, but I achieve less writing depth. I get more down in a hurry when typing but when working longhand, working my way across the page forces thought and muscle coordination. I’m just sayin’.)
2) I know I’ve mentioned it before, but two things help me get in the zone: flipping through magazines and walking through a museum, of any sort.
Ah, the instincts.
Well, there’s the one that says “keep going.”
The one that says “this sucks but keep going.”
The one that says “keep at it, keep at it – you can get it – you’re almost there.”
The one that says “fine. Good for now. Good day’s work.”
The one that says “you get to write again. It’s not all or nothing at this very moment. Come back, come back to it later.”
Because I do believe in talent, and know that I’d never recognize it in myself, I believe that practice makes the whole writing process better, easier, truer, and that sooner or later, like the chimps at the typewriter, I’ll get my Hamlet. (You know I don’t mean Hamlet, of course. It’s just a reference to sheer numbers, repetition, odds.)
Overall, my instincts tell me to write and not worry about it cuz it’s what I am continually drawn to do.
Being in the writing zone:
I don’t think I’ve been in the zone that often. I don’t think I’ve been there often enough. It’s like diving off a cliff. No, it’s not about going down, it’s about going up. It’s like climbing the rope in gym class, er, something like that.
I do know when I am in the zone.
Overall, I might even say I resist being in the zone. It saps everything. And so I think sometimes I approach writing almost fearfully, no, shyly, no, more like that feeling you get just before the signal fires and you take off from the start position.
The writing zone is a high, but as soon as I might say “wow, I’m in it,” it could dissipiate, like when you stare at those patterns and suddenly, a dimensional picture pops out and you’re thrilled that you can see it – you know the ones I mean? Meanwhile, someone at your elbow is clamoring, saying “Let me see – show me, I don’t see it. I just see a pattern.” And there’s nothing you can show them or teach them about it. They just have to see it.
So when the writing zone happens, you gotta answer it. Oh yeah, it’s a high, of sorts. For writers only.