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Writing: The Beauty of Space

I am my biggest and worst critic. Anything a hater has or will say to me, I’ve said to myself and mulled over a million times before. This does not mean I’m impervious, it means I need to lighten up. I beat myself up over writing the most. I’m not writing enough, I’m not producing enough, I haven’t published enough, I’m not good enough or driven enough or inventive enough. I just don’t have it in me.

I can talk my self into all kinds of corners. I can rationalize not writing, I can get started on a major project just to get lost in the weeds, or realize that something isn’t working and I’ve written myself into a corner. The times where writing feels amazing, feels easy like sledding down a hill (no give, pure joy), are rare. But frequent enough that I’m always on the hunt for that perfect writer’s high. I’ve tasted it enough times to know it exists.

When I was working from home I wrote only to survive. I wrote only to finish my next project, to propel my career to the next step, to finish deadlines by the skin of my teeth. It wasn’t joyful, it was stressful, and none of my real writing got done. Real like novels and stories and everything that I do best (really, I do). I had no motivation because I was overwhelmed with the day itself. And I let my own projects slide, I let them sit and the plots get fuzzy in my mind.

And then with the help of Margaret, always with the help of Margaret, I started up again, I opened up the file, I un-crumpled a stack of paper, I smoothed it out and started typing, picked up my pen. And guess what? Space is a beautiful thing. Space allows you to cut and edit and re-write and see the holes and fill the holes. It allows you to breath, to not feel so claustrophobic about all of the parts and words and scenes that you lovelovelove. You love them so much how can you ever letthemgo.

But you have to, you must, or the story will die. It will shrivel up right there and it will die. Probably a slow painful death of being forced to fit through a square hole when, indeed, it is a giant messy blob. Nothing like a square at all. The story that you can’t see because it is too close to you will suffocate you until you are forced to back away, to push it away, to run in the opposite direction just to get some freaking air.

Space.

It is lovely. It is freeing. It’s exciting because I think I’m about to finish something that turned out to be pretty good. It went from something that was amateur to something beautiful because I stepped away from it. Victory. It’s a success even without publication (that will come in time), because I am not being tortured by words and I am not trapped by what I wanted it to be, I’m working with what it is.

And here is another truth: Every January Kamel and I make goals for the new year. Last year our goal was to survive the wedding and get married. Check and check. The year before that we wanted to go on a sail boat (check), go to a concert (nope), host a house warming party (nope again), and a bunch of other things I can’t remember. This year we have 5 things, and I’m sure you’ll hear about them with time. But one of the things is for me to finally, finally, finally self publish a small collection of short stories. Probably around 5 of them. We’re going to publish the collection on E-platforms (to be determined) and in a real life version through the blog. This is happening. The stories are almost finished, a title and design are on their way.

Things don’t always happen as quickly as I want them to. Sometimes you have to live more life before things can get crossed off the list. So a project I wanted to finish in early 2011 will be done sometime in 2012. Better than if it had been rushed, or slapped together and I’m really, really excited.

10 Comments

  1. That IS exciting. Very much looking forward to hearing more in time!

  2. Can’t wait to read it! And congrats on the finish line being so close!

  3. more stories!! I can wait :) Yay for the awesome writer that you ARE

    • I meant to say “cant” – but can works too, since I will be waiting either way :)

  4. I LOVE this goal! So excited to see the finished product :)

    And yeah, you’re soooo right on the space thing. I read some Stephen King advice once–he said after you finished a manuscript, set it down and don’t go back to it for AT LEAST one month. Just stick it in a drawer and don’t even think about it. You come back to it with fresh eyes. I have to say, it makes a big difference (although sometimes, even a month isn’t enough space…ha).

    • I’m starting to resent the mantra of “write! write all the time! never stop! no matter what!” It just doesn’t work for me. I really need to not feel chained to my desk or my house. And maybe that means I won’t write 50 books in my lifetime… but I want both a quality life and quality work… and that means sometimes I need to do other things and let work sit.

      I’m working on accepting this and not feeling like a failure if I don’t produce something on a very very regular basis.

        • i love this whole tumblr. Amazing. And really affirming.

  5. I am very very excited, too!

    (Also, I almost didn’t comment because then you’d remember that I owe you some words and haven’t sent them and OMG… but yes. I OWE YOU WORDS.

    Also also, “see you” tomorrow on writing date night!)

    • Yes and I have been saying to myself “where are those pages from Margaret? SHE IS DROPPING THE BALL!” (no, I haven’t.) seeeee you tomorrow!

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Lauren

I am a writer living in Seattle and I believe that life is a grand adventure and only boring if you believe it to be. Plus! You don't need money to have fun.

I live with my husband, a photographer by education and a maker-of-video-games by trade, and a baby named gabe in an apartment on the hill.

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