WRITE NOW NEWSLETTER – MARCH 2010
“Well, I don’t know exactly how it’s done. I let it alone a good deal.” – Saul Bellow
It happened again this month. I spent two days gathering, organizing, html-ing, and posting events to the website. I updated the mailing list to prune all the spammers and bouncers and that guy named John who keeps signing up six or seven times a month each time using a different fake email address. I’d even finished crafting this month’s “Paranoid Ex-Lawyer’s Release.” This left only one thing to do. The essay. The fun part, right? You’d think so. But this is usually when Miss Muse decides to go on vacation. This month was no different.
So, following Jack London’s writing advice, I pulled out my club and prepared to beat Inspiration into submission. I did several rounds of writing practice. I surfed the internet for ideas. I skimmed several books. I whined to my dog and, when he didn’t respond, I whined to my husband. And, Ta-Da! I got, you guessed it. Nothing! Zippo. Nada. Zilch. Not so much as a dribble from the rusty faucet of creativity.
It was late and I had no choice. There was nothing left to do but call in the cavalry, the cannons, the stealth fighters. I summoned the only resource that works when all else fails. I went to bed.
Any mother of a three-year-old knows the syndrome. Little Elphaba sits quietly before her Dr. Hammer workbench enthusiastically pounding nails into a board. Mommy thinks, “I’ll just give Galinda a call while she’s busy.” She dials. The phone rings. Before Galinda can answer, tiny Elphaba is at Mommy’s side tugging at her capris. “Mommy! Mommy! Come play with me.” Fortunately, Her Majesty the Muse is also a three-year-old. If I turn my back on her, she’s sure to come.
I don’t understand this phenomenon. I’m sure there’s some scientific explanation, but in those moments before sleep and in those moments before waking, magical things happen. They also happen on slow walks with the dog and sometimes in the shower, often, unfortunately, when I don’t have a pen. But they do happen. I only need to engage the part of my mind that wants so badly to come up with an answer in some other, non-writing activity. I’m reminded of something Natalie Goldberg said often. “Let the world come home to you.”
Do you let your writing alone? What you do when all else fails? If you’d like, please post a comment at Bum Glue.
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